Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 4.2 (10)

Posted on September 25, 2024 by riwa

Coming October rewards

Keri and Flora at the Club
The apartment hunk
Envious
Karyn-out with a bang
Dreams do come true
Best laid plans 6
I want to make it work
Slippery when wet
Dorothy’s squalid hanging 3
My sister’s Keeper
Vacation 7
The sorority gets Edward
And any bonus stories I might feel like including

August stories/rewards will fall off at the end of September to make room for October rewards.

September has certainly been an interesting month around the world. There have been wars and rumors of wars. And the UN has been meeting to find a way to globalize some things. It reminds me of the first two horses of the apocalypse mentioned in Revelation chapter six. Now it seems like we’re just waiting for some sort of massive global event to occur to throw everything into even more chaos. Could that event be the rapture? Who knows.

By the time you get to reading the story I will have posted for October 4th, mom will be in having her gallbladder removed. Her symptoms finally settled down, and she’s been doing much better. We finally got hold of a doctor and got it scheduled, although it will be happening later than she wanted it done. This upcoming day in October was the next available opening he had to do it, so she took it. She’s tired of the whole thing and wants that little object yanked out of her. I can’t blame her, especially since I had mine done 3 and a half years ago.

There’s certainly a lot of chaos going on lately. It’s been enough to distract me from writing. Thankfully, I’ve got some stories ready to go. And I try to spend my time working on projects I think you’d enjoy reading.

I hope you are all doing well and are preparing for whatever might be coming. With all this craziness, who knows what the future holds. All I know is that I appreciate each and every one of you. Please take care of yourselves and your families. And as always, thank you so very much for being my patrons.

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Our encounter with the Badjao 2 3.9 (28)

Posted on September 23, 2024 by riwa

My wife was full of questions for the interpreter on our way back to the resort. He calmly answered each and every one. Occasionally, he would ask one of the Badjao who would answer in their own tongue, which he interpreted.

Sandy was quite impressed with how long the Badjao could hold their breath. The interpreter explained their times varied, although most were good for anywhere from four to five minutes. The better ones could go even longer.

My wife asked if there had ever been any drownings. The reply was that there had been a few. But the Badjao were generally quite good at monitoring each other. Their endangered comrades had usually been gotten to the surface quickly and had been revived with relative ease.

Sandy asked about all the sex that took place underwater. The interpreter repeated the question to one of the nearby Badjao females. Her interpreted reply indicated holding one’s breath at a depth in the sea contributed to feelings of great arousal. It was difficult, if not impossible, to dismiss the erotic sensations without eventually acting upon them.

Sandy asked her if she had ever drowned, or come dangerously close to drowning. The female replied she had gotten carried away on more than one occasion. Being close to the point of drowning had resulted in a more intense experience. She was always struggling with trying to be more careful at the bottom of the ocean.

I was not surprised at her next question. Sandy wanted to know if there was any way for us to improve our time underwater long enough so we could go to the bottom with the Badjao and spend some “quality” time with them without an air source. The interpreter simply gave her a knowing smile…
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The next day, we were taken out to a small cove a short distance from the resort. We went with another couple from California named Waylen and Casiane. They also wanted to experience what it was like to swim with the Badjao without an air supply.

We all wore goggles and swimsuits, as the experience was designed to promote productivity more than sexuality. Sandy was understandably disappointed. The California woman was even more unhappy about it.

We ended up on a floating platform anchored to the ocean floor. There were six Badjao waiting for us: four males and two females. Two of the males were to work the lines and would remain at the surface.

There was an interpreter onsite, but there was not much talking. We received pouches to bring up shells and pearls. Then the Badjao showed us how to use the knives we had received without accidentally cutting ourselves.

The water was not much deeper than fifteen or twenty feet down. Sandy and I were shown how to ride one of the lines down. The California couple was shown how to ride the other one.

When we were ready, the other two Badjao couples dove into the water ahead of us. They swam down to await our arrival. That’s when we rode the lines down, each of us standing together on metal pipes.

We were not at the bottom for long. The Badjao immediately instructed us to pull on our lines. We were promptly hauled right back up to the surface.

We were kept topside until we’d been given enough time to catch our breath. Then we headed back down. I guess the Badjao didn’t want any of us to drown our first time down.

We went down for a second time. This time, the Badjao motioned for us to stay with our lines. For the time being, we simply held our breath until we needed to be pulled back up. Then the Badjao swam up with us.

We all caught our breath up at the surface. Then the Badjao swam back down. They were waiting for us when we returned to the bottom.

On our third trip down, we were motioned to leave our lines. We separated, pairing up with a Badjao of the same sex. Then we were shown how to pry loose any clams we found and to put them into our pouches without cutting ourselves.

When we were about to run out of air, we were instructed to swim back to our line to indicate we needed to return to the surface. When we were ready, Sandy and I returned to our line together, bubbles trickling out of our mouths and noses. The California couple also returned to their line at about roughly the same time.

I gave ours a pull, and we were hauled up. The Badjao smiled at us as though we were doing it correctly. Waylen and Casiane came up right next to us.

We paused up at the surface long enough to catch our breath. Then we went down for a fourth trip. Once more, we separated to pair up with a Badjao.

This time, it was the female Bituin who watched me as I pried clams off the bottom. She was quite attractive. She was not nude, but I still found myself sexually attracted to her.

Most of the clams were loose, as though they had deliberately been left there for training purposes. But I found a couple that were attached and needed some effort. She smiled and nodded with approval at my efforts to dislodge them.

She motioned for me to keep track of my dive partner Sandy. As soon as I saw her heading for our line, I immediately stopped what I was doing and headed over as well. My wife smiled and bubbled at me as we climbed on, and together we rode the line up.

We popped up at the surface and gasped for breath. The California couple were already topside and getting ready for their next descent. They seemed happy with the experience thus far.

The Badjao came up shortly after that. There was some discussion between them and the interpreter. They talked and nodded as though things were progressing smoothly.

“What do you think?” I finally asked Sandy.

“I think I’m starting to get the hang of it.”

“We’re not as deep as we were the other day.”

“I know. But it’s still pretty exciting. I’m getting turned on the longer we stay down and hold our breath.”

We waited topside until the Badjao all swam down ahead of us. Then we rode our lines back down. This time, Sandy and I were instructed to remain paired up as we went to look for clams.

We stayed close to each other, looking for something to put in our pouches. Much of the time, we did not have to use our knives. But there were a couple times when they were required to get the clams loose from the formations.

We stayed down for quite a while as we hunted for clams. A couple of Badjao drifted nearby, keeping an eagle eye on us. We just tried to remain focused on the task at hand while staying down for as long as we could.

We finally headed for the line together. We stood upon our pipe, and I gave the signal. Sandy kissed me all the way up as she ground into my bulging suit.

We popped up and handed over our full pouches. We were promptly given empty ones. I smiled at Sandy as I told her we were becoming more and more like the Badjao.

She declared, “Not yet, we’re not. I’m getting horny!” Then she promptly removed her bikini pieces, a lustful glint in her eye. I smiled as I removed my suit as well.

About that time, the California couple came up. The woman promptly declared, “If they’re getting naked, I’m getting naked!” That’s when Casiane immediately shed her bikini, causing Waylen to remove his suit as well.

We rode our line back down, feeling like true Badjao now that we were naked. We looked around for more clams to collect. But we had to wander a little farther away from our line to do so.

The Badjao quickly returned to observe us. This time, they were both naked as well. Sandy’s nipples were incredibly hard. But then again, so was my dick.

We looked for more clams in the vicinity of our line. But it felt different while we were doing it buck-naked. Besides, it was hard to concentrate with the erection I had.

The male Badjao named Kagirim got a little too close to my wife. She promptly latched onto his dick with her mouth and started sucking. She had “lost the plot” as they say, opting for pleasure over the task at hand.

Bituin came over and smiled at me. She stroked my erection, causing me to “lose the plot” as well. A moment later, she was gobbling me down. The clams were promptly forgotten.

We stayed like that until Sandy broke away and swam for the line. I broke off the encounter and swam over as well until I caught up to her. But when I stood upon the pipe and yanked on the line, she slid down and took me into her mouth.

We went up that way, me clinging to the rope while my wife clung to my erection with her lips, her arms tightly wrapped around me. On the other line, Casiane was riding Waylen’s cock as they rode theirs up to the surface. The Badjao seemed to be greatly amused as they followed us up.

Some words were spoken to the interpreter up at the surface as we got our breath back. He then came over and put his hand out as he smiled at us. “They think you’re too preoccupied to continue fetching clams. So you might as well leave that stuff up here before you accidentally cut yourselves.”

Our knives and pouches ended up on the platform. The California couple (minus their knives and pouches) were already descending, their Badjao observers swimming ahead of them. Casiane was still impaled on Waylen’s dick.

We motioned we were ready for a return trip to the bottom. Bituin and Kagirim went down ahead of us. Then our line was lowered until we reached the bottom.

Sandy wasted no time latching onto my cock with her mouth. She had clearly developed an appetite. I just happened to be the cock nearest to her.

While she was sucking me, Bituin slid between her legs on her back and started to feast on her lady parts. I thought Sandy was going to lose it right then and there. But she somehow maintained her composure without losing her breath.

To my surprise, Kagirim came up behind Sandy. Bituin came off my wife’s quivering slit long enough to suck on his cock for a moment or two. Then she guided his erection into my wife’s winking opening.

Sandy went wild, totally swallowing me whole as she grunted and bubbled. Bituin went back to feasting on her swollen nub, her body wedged between both Sandy’s legs and Kagirim’s. Meanwhile, Kagirim thrust into my wife from behind.

If there was ever a time to lose one’s breath and composure, I presume that would have been it. Amazingly, Sandy just kept sucking me. Well, mostly she kept me deep down her throat as she grunted up bubbles out of her mouth and nose from Kagirim’s thrusts.

I glanced over at our companions from California. Casiane was on her back on the bottom, getting pounded by the male Badjao Macario. Meanwhile, Waylen had the other female Badjao Diwata sitting in his lap, fully impaled on his dick.

Sandy lost a huge burst of bubbles, causing her to come off my dick. She broke away and went for the line. She was standing on the pipe, pulling on the line like mad, when Kagirim wrapped his arms around her, entering her from behind. They went up like that together.

Bituin helped me swim up with her. It was not that far away, and I figured I could hold my breath long enough to get topside. We all made it up, the four of us panting like crazy as we paused from our sexual gyrations.

“Now I feel like a Badjao!” Sandy proclaimed. “Fuck; that was intense!”

I smiled as I told her, “I thought you were gonna drown.”

“I thought I was too! I almost let myself go; it was that incredible.”

The California couple came up, along with their Badjao escorts. But Sandy was ready for a return trip to the bottom. “I wanna go back down right now!”

She made Kagirim climb onto the pipe so she could climb into his lap. She impaled herself on his erection. Then she pointed at the water as she hollered at the Badjao manning their line… “Down – down; I wanna go down!”

Bituin motioned at me if I could get down on my own. I nodded and pointed downward. Together, we headed down under our own power, pulling with our arms while scissoring with our legs.

Sandy and Kagirim bottomed out before promptly leaving their line. She immediately came off his cock and turned around. Then she bent over and practically begged him to thrust into her from behind again.

Bituin grinned at me before swimming over toward my wife. She rolled over onto her back and slid underneath. Then she grabbed my wife’s ass and began feasting again, this time in a 69 position.

She and Kagirim must have done this maneuver many times before. I watched him pull out of my wife and thrust his cock between Bituin’s lips. Then he pulled out of her mouth and thrust back into my wife.

Sandy went crazy. She anxiously motioned me over until I moved in between Bituin’s legs. Then she took me into her mouth, gobbling me down.

After about half a minute, she pulled me out of her mouth. Then she guided me into Bituin’s winking slit. I thrust into the sexy Badjao as my wife went to work on the woman’s swollen nub.

I glanced over to see what the California couple were doing. The women were on their backs, side by side on the ocean bottom as they turned and kissed each other. Macario was thrusting into Casiane while Waylen fucked Diwata.

About that time, Sandy pulled my cock out of Bituin and began gobbling me down again. I noticed Bituin had pulled Kagirim’s cock out of my wife and was eagerly sucking him down as well. The women sucked us before Sandy motioned she needed to surface again.

We all separated. This time, Sandy and Bituin went over to the line together. After they signaled to be brought up, they engaged in a passionate embrace, kissing each other deeply.

I looked at Kagirim who looked at me. There was a bit of a smile on his face as though we understood each other. Then we began the swim up to the surface.

We reached the platform where Sandy and Bituin were still kissing passionately. I don’t know how they expected to catch their breath that way. Then the California couple popped up with their Badjao escorts.

There was no thought given of continuing our training for clam-diving. We were all much too distracted. Our interpreter smiled, but politely kept silent.

Sandy and Bituin finally headed back down. So Kagirim and I followed them. I was curious to see what was going to happen next.

No sooner had they reached the ocean floor of the cove when Sandy and Bituin shifted into a 69 position, with Sandy horizontal upon her back. They drifted near the bottom, hungrily feasting on each other as they released the occasional bubble. For the moment, Kagirim and I simply stroked ourselves as we watched.

We were finally waved over to join them. Sandy frantically wanted my cock in her mouth. After a few hungry sucks, she inserted me into the sexy Badjao.

Meanwhile, Bituin gobbled down Kagirim, who had moved between Sandy’s legs. Then she inserted his erection into my horny wife. Together, we pounded the females as though we were in a sexual frenzy.

When my wife ran out of air, we all pulled apart. But she climbed into Kagirim’s lap, allowing him to work them both back to the surface under his own strength. Bituin and I took the line, with her in my lap impaled on my quivering manhood.

The California couple was at the surface when we came up. We all panted heavily for breath. The interpreter asked as to whether or not we had finished our session with the Badjao. Casiane blurted out, “Not on your life!” before she and Macario headed back down.

I casually leaned toward Sandy and said, “She’d better be careful down there.” Then I noticed how excited my wife had become.

I corrected myself by saying, “Actually, I think you’d better be careful down there.”

“Fuck that!” she blurted out enthusiastically. Then she and Kagirim filled their lungs and submerged.

“I guess that just leaves you and I,” I remarked as I smiled at Bituin. I don’t know if she understood me or not. But she certainly nodded her head as though she was looking forward to it.

She was still in my lap riding my cock as we went back down. Sandy and Kagirim were on the bottom and had already shifted positions until he was hammering her from behind, making her grunt up bubbles. I think that had just become her favorite position, at least when it came to being deep underwater.

When we got close enough, Bituin changed positions until I was entering her from behind with her legs wrapped around my waist. She and Sandy reached out and began kissing and pawing each other. They really seemed to be enjoying playing with each other.

We glanced over to check on that California couple. Casiane and Diwata were in a 69 position with the California woman underneath. They must have seen one of our positions and wanted to try it for themselves.

Waylen was fucking Diwata, while Macario fucked Casiane. It was unbelievably erotic. All those grunts and bubbles were such an incredible turn-on.

I was on the verge of cumming when something happened that was unexpected, yet not all that surprising. Casiane appeared to climax as she spewed up a whole mouthful of bubbles. A moment later, she began jerking and spasming as though she had inadvertently swallowed water.

Bituin suddenly clenched around my thrusting shaft, moaning and bubbling. She milked the cum right out of me as I thrust in hard and held my cock in place. Sandy went crazy, cumming and bubbling as Kagirim really pounded her.

Casiane was barely three seconds into drowning when their Badjao escorts scooped her up and hauled her to the surface. Waylen was right with them. Their line had been abandoned.

Our escorts promptly initiated our separation. Sandy and I swam over to the line and were quickly pulled up. Bituin and Kagirim swam up with us, keeping a watchful eye out for any signs of trouble.

By the time we reached the surface, Casiane was already out of the water on the platform. She was coughing up phlegm, trying to wave off the Badjao… “I’m all right – I’m all right.” That’s when the interpreter came over and kindly told her, “We have to get you all in now.”

“Aww, so soon?”

“I’m afraid so. You had an incident that must be checked out.”

“Can’t we like…stay out a little longer? I promise I’m all right.” But the interpreter was adamant.

So that’s how our session ended. Sandy later told me how hard she’d cum seeing Casiane start to drown. And she confessed to Kagirim pumping quite a load inside her at roughly the same time.

For the time being, I decided not to share how Bituin and I had also endured quite a mutual climax watching poor Casiane swallow water…

2024 (written Feb 9 ’24 by riwa)

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Taylor’s followers part 3 4.5 (44)

Posted on September 16, 2024 by riwa

Carrie sat down on the cushioned bench. She leaned back as I helped her until she was lying flat on her back. Knowing my daughter was about to lose her head in just a few minutes began to fill me with a perverse thrill.

Her legs hung off the end as she shimmied forward until her head passed through the path of the blade. That’s when she seemed to catch sight of the basket below her. “Oh fuck!” she gasped.

“Getting real now, honey?”

“Gawd, mom; I…”

“First your lover Hilary. Then Debra. Next was Naomi. Now it’s your turn; right?”

“I… gawd, I…” Was she having second thoughts?

Chad brought the lunette over. I took it from him and went around front. Then I showed it to my naked daughter.

“This is for you, honey. Now you’re about to join the others. No take-backs; right?”

I slid it in place with a loud clatch. I made sure it was secure. Then I caressed my daughter’s neck.

“Right here, honey. The blade is going to slice through right here.”

“Gawd, mom! Maybe I ought to…”

“Ought to what, honey?”

“Maybe I ought to, like… wait a minute?”

“What for?”

“I don’t know. I, uh…”

I walked around behind her where I swatted her ass. Then I said to Chad, “You told us the bodies get delivered to some processing plant?”

“That’s right, Mrs. Walker. We turn them into meat.”

“I see. I’m about to lose a daughter. But in her place I’m going to get a few nice, juicy pieces of meat. I do hope I get a nice helping of rump roast.” Then I swatted her ass again.

Chad fetched the handcuffs. Carrie reached forward with her arms and grabbed the rails as though testing the stability of the device. “Gawd, mom; I don’t know…”

Chad gave me the cuffs. I grabbed my daughter’s left wrist and roughly pulled it behind her back. Then I attached a cuff to it.

She let out a whimper as I grabbed the other one. Within seconds I had both wrists cuffed together behind her back. That’s when Carrie began to writhe around as though really having second thoughts about everything…

“Mom, I don’t know about this.”

“Oh, yes you do, honey.” Then I motioned at Chad and smiled. “I think her mouth needs something to settle her down.”

He was sporting another erection. I wanted to be nice to him for all the work he’d put into our time together. Besides, I knew my daughter would give him the best head, both literally and figuratively.

He went around front. Carrie started to put up a protest. Chad just thrust his dick between her lips.

She grunted as he filled her mouth. “That’s a good daughter,” I told her, my arousal starting to overwhelm me. “Suck the nice man’s cock, honey. He deserves it.”

She grunted as he thrust nice and slow between her lips. I went around behind her and began caressing her ass. Then I reached down and felt how wet she’d become.

She whimpered as I molested her. I was becoming more aroused by the moment. I fingered her dripping slit as Chad enjoyed another blowjob from a head that was soon to be separated from the rest of its body.

This was the last time I was going to spend quality time with my daughter. And I wanted it to be special. So I knelt down and worked my face into her crotch.

I began to lick and nibble. Carrie grunted and groaned with a mouthful of cock. I heard Chad gasp and sigh. My daughter always was a talented cocksucker.

I moaned as I feasted on her dripping cunt. I pulled away and gasped, “Damn, honey. You’re especially tasty today. Aren’t you incredibly excited? …about to lose your head and join the others?”

Carrie groaned again as Chad thrust harder. “All the way down her throat,” I instructed. “I’m sure she can take it that deep. I want to see if I can give her an orgasm while her mouth is stuffed with delicious man-meat.

“Thanks, Mrs. Walker.” Chad smiled as he pushed it in deeper. Carrie gagged a little as I drove my tongue deep up her twat.

She writhed and groaned as Chad thrust in deeply while my tongue found her sweet spot. Carrie suddenly stiffened. Then she cried out into the cock in her mouth as she shuddered in orgasm.

I got a small mouthful of fluids for my efforts. Then I pulled away. “If only I’d brought my strap-on,” I murmured wistfully. “I’d love to fuck her while you’re beheading her.”

Chad smiled as he pointed over at a set of drawers. “In there, Mrs. Walker. You’d be surprised at the kind of requests I get in here. I’ll go get one if you want me too.”

“Never mind,” I waved dismissively as I stood up. “I’ll get it. You just make sure you get to leave a nice deposit for my darling daughter to swallow.”

“Thanks, Mrs. Walker.”

I went over and checked a couple of drawers. I looked in one and found a black one that looked nice and big. Just the thing to fuck my daughter with during her beheading.

It had a little bump on the flange to work my clit while I was using it on her. Perfect. Now we could both cum while Carrie was losing her head.

I took my time attaching it to my naked waist. Chad continued thrusting as though he was taking his sweet time enjoying my daughter. Carrie just kept grunting with a mouthful of dick.

I walked up behind her and rubbed her ass. I found her dripping slit and pushed the tip of my toy against her opening. Then I slowly pushed my way inside.

Carrie cried out as the strap-on slowly filled her. I don’t know whether or not she had ever taken anything quite that large before. It filled me with such a perverse thrill knowing I’d be fucking my own daughter the moment she lost her head.

I was so horny that I didn’t waste much time. I began thrusting hard and deep. Carrie cried out into the cock down her throat as she rocked and grunted from my thrusts.

“That’s so hot watching you fuck your own daughter, Mrs. Walker. I think I’m going to cum.”

I laughed as I swatted her ass. “Here it comes, honey. Make sure you swallow it all.” Then I really began pounding her.

Chad tipped his head back and let out a roar. I rammed my daughter good and hard. Carrie grunted and shuddered as she climaxed while swallowing his seed. It was so hot that I orgasmed right along with her.

“Did she swallow it all?” I panted as I gave Chad a smile.

“Damn! That was great, Mrs. Walker.”

“You may head over and behead my daughter now,” I told him as I motioned with my head toward the controls. “I’ll tell you when I want the blade to fall.”

He pulled his dick out of her mouth. It had only partially softened. Carrie was left gasping and moaning as I kept fucking her.

I couldn’t resist taunting her. “See where your head’s going to go, honey? Gawd, you’ve got me all worked up knowing you’re about to lose your head. I just came a few moments ago when you swallowed Chad’s load. Now I’m going to cum even harder once the blade falls.”

She gasped as though trying to catch her breath. “Mom, it’s so… it’s so BIG!”

“Just the right size for a whore like you as she loses her head; eh, honey?”

“Mom?? Ohmygawd…!”

“Cum for me, honey. Cum for me like a fucking whore!”

“Ohfuck – ohgawd – ohfuck!”

“CUM FOR ME!”

“AAUUGGHHHHH!”

I pounded her hard as she shuddered in orgasm. I looked over to see Chad manning the controls. I shook my head… not yet.

Carrie came down from her orgasmic high, panting like crazy. “That one was for you, honey. This one’s for me. Now I’m going to cum as the blade takes your head.”

I fucked her with the toy just as hard as I could. I was trying to grind that little projection against my clit until it set me off again. The thought of watching my daughter lose her head was so overpoweringly erotic.

She panted and grunted as we developed a rhythm. She was trying to push back against me as she groaned and whimpered. I could feel it swelling within me…

“Get ready, honey! I’m so fucking horny I think I’m about to lose it!”

“Gawd, mom, I… I…”

“Get ready, baby! I’m gonna take your head any second now. I’m going to cum so fucking hard!”

“I’m gonna cum again, mom! I’m gonna cum again!”

“I’m gonna take your head Carrie! I wanna take it from my whore daughter!”

“Take it, mom; take it!”

“I’M GONNA CUM!”

“DO IT, MOM!” Carrie was lost in the moment.

I rammed her hard as it swelled within me. Carrie started to scream in orgasm. That’s when I cried out, “DO IT NOW!”

The blade whooshed down. Carrie’s screams were silenced the moment the blade bottomed out. Instantly her naked body stiffened on me in reaction. I just cried out in ecstasy as I shrieked my climax.

My daughter went into spasms and seizures as her body tried to process the fact it was no longer receiving signals from the brain. Blood pumped out of her severed neck. I tried to thrust in rhythm to each spurt as though helping her body pump out her life’s blood.

Chad came over and pulled her head out, holding her up by a handful of hair as he showed it to me. She was still dripping blood as crimson stained one side of her face. I cried out again as I rammed the toy deep inside her and held it there.

Her spasming body began to settle down until there was nothing more than stray nerve impulses firing. Chad brought the head back to me. He held it up to my mouth, and I kissed her lips before telling her to suck my “cock”.

I pulled out of her wet cunt. Then I took her head from Chad and thrust between her lips. The end of my toy came out of her neck stump.

Her eyes were wide as she tasted her pussy on the strap-on. Then her expression began to sag. I barely managed to gasp “Goodbye, honey” before I shuddered again from another orgasm.

I stopped to catch my breath as Chad took her head from me. I began working on removing the strap-on as he wiped her face down. I gave her one final kiss on the lips. Then he walked her over and placed her head next to the others.

I got Carrie’s iPhone as Chad scanned through several pictures. The one I liked best was the one where I was kissing her dead lips as blood dripped out of her severed neck. So that’s the one I posted to her Instagram account. I even marked it “courtesy of her mother”.

I scanned through the other pictures we’d uploaded. They were really tallying up the likes. Carrie and her group were going to be quite popular.

Our host smiled at me as he motioned at the guillotine and my beheaded daughter’s naked body. He was in the process of removing her handcuffs when he asked, “So what do you think, Mrs. Walker?”

“Incredible, Chad. Absolutely incredible. Should I be ashamed for cumming so hard during my daughter’s beheading?”

“I don’t know the answer to that. But I’d say it’s all right, all things considered.”

I stared at her body still laid out on the bench. Then I quietly murmured, “I wonder what it felt like.”

“Losing her head?”

“Just lying on the bench like that must have been incredibly thrilling.”

“Would you like to try it out, Mrs. Walker? Lying on the bench all locked in?”

“Do you think I could? Do you think I should?”

“I don’t see why not. All we have to do is move your daughter’s body out of the way. We can lay it next to the others if you want.”

He set the handcuffs aside. Then he took the lunette up off her severed neck. I watched as he retracted the blade back up into the top of the guillotine before locking it into place.

I helped him remove Carrie’s body from the bench. We carried it over and stretched it out next to Naomi’s headless corpse. Now there were four naked, headless young ladies bleeding out toward the drain, although by now Hilary and Debra’s drainage had been reduced to mere trickles.

I went back over and looked at the guillotine. Chad came over and smiled. “You can sit on the bench if you want, Mrs. Walker.”

“Do we have time? Don’t you have another appointment?”

“We have time. The bodies will have to be shipped off anyway. My secretary is probably on it right now. The guillotine has a digital system that lets her know the blade has fallen four times. I’ll bet she’s already made the call.”

I sat down upon the bench. It set me to trembling almost immediately. I had just watched four young women meet their ends while lying upon the very same surface. Sitting on the place where they’d been beheaded was an incredible experience.

I looked nervously at Chad. He smiled reassuringly as he nodded back at me. So I went over backward until I was lying down flat on my back on the bench.

I wriggled forward until I stuck my head through the opening. That’s when I found myself looking up at the blade. Knowing it was the same razor-sharp steel that had taken four lives mere minutes ago made me tremble like crazy.

About that time a few drops of blood came plummeting down. I was pretty sure that was Carrie’s blood dripping down on me. I gasped as I shuddered from a mini-orgasm.

Chad came around front to check on me. Right away I discovered he had developed yet another erection. “Don’t you ever get soft?” I chuckled nervously.

“I love the work I do, Mrs. Walker. Seeing all these hot, naked bodies keeps me in a never-ending state of arousal. Beheading them is a real turn-on. And I must admit… seeing you lying there, knowing we just beheaded your daughter, has me hard as a rock again.”

“Damn, honey. Now you’re getting me all horny again.”

His cock was stiff and saluting. The thought of his dick inside my dripping snatch with my head locked in the path of the blade gave me a perverse thrill. I was becoming sorely tempted.

“You want the handcuffs, Mrs. Walker?”

I considered it for a moment. After all, all the girls had worn them. If I truly wanted to know what it must have felt like for them while lying on the bench…

I finally made my decision. “Sure thing, Chad. Might as well put them on me.”

“Right away, Mrs. Walker.”

He brought them over as I worked my arms behind my back below the bench. Chad attached the cuffs to each wrist. “How’s that feel?” he asked when he stood back up.

“Incredible, honey. I’m wet as hell.”

“Shall I lock you into the lunette?”

I looked up as another drop of blood picked that moment to fall. It splattered onto my neck. I stiffened and shivered as I told him, “Go right ahead – no wait! No; go right ahead.”

He brought it over and showed it to me. Then he slid it down into place. I flinched a little once I heard him lock it down.

“You are so incredibly sexy, Mrs. Walker. Gawd; you make me so hard!”

I blushed as I trembled. I felt a hand on my boobs. Then he reached down into my crotch.

I felt him rub my wet slit. Then he slipped a couple fingers inside me. I gasped and moaned as I humped his hand.

“Sorry, Mrs. Walker. I couldn’t help myself. I’ll get you out of there right now if you wish.”

Another drop of blood came down. I inhaled sharply as I gasped for breath. My cunt was throbbing as I asked in a trembling voice, “Want to fuck an MILF in the guillotine, honey?”

I couldn’t see him back there. But I certainly felt him slide his dick inside me almost immediately. I gasped and moaned as he started thrusting in and out.

I looked up at the blade hanging above me. It filled me with fear and arousal. It was an incredible experience.

“My mouth, honey,” I finally panted. “Now I want to taste you in my mouth.”

“But I’ve just been inside your pussy, Mrs. Walker!”

“I don’t care. I want to know what my daughter experienced with her head locked in and a mouth full of cock.”

“Have it your way.” He seemed pretty enthusiastic about it.

He came around until I caught sight of him. But I had to tip my head back. It allowed him to slide his dick all the way inside me.

He thrust in and out. I grunted each time he filled my mouth. It was a little frightening, yet it was thrilling as hell.

He pushed in nice and deep. At the angle I had my head tipped back, he was able to push into my throat. I felt a bulge as he panted, “Gawd, that is so hot, Mrs. Walker! You are one hot MILF!”

He pulled out and I gasped for breath. He walked around out of sight. The next thing I felt was his cock pushing back into my dripping twat.

I gasped as he thrust nice and slow. Then he picked up the pace. Another drop of blood made me cry out as I looked up at the blade hovering above me.

“What do you think, Mrs. Walker?”

I gasped for breath before blurting out, “Oh fuck; I think I’m going to cum!”

He used that motivation to fuck me harder. I looked up at the blade, trembling at the thought it had just come down minutes ago and taken my daughter’s head. That thought, along with the mental images that came with it, was enough to set me off.

I cried out in orgasm, trying to milk another cum right out of his thrusting dick. Then he eased back until he thrust nice and slow. “What do you think now, Mrs. Walker?”

“This is incredible, honey! I almost wish… no… well, I almost wish…”

“I could add another element of danger if you wish, Mrs. Walker.”

I stiffened at his words. “What do you mean, Chad?”

“I have the guillotine rigged on a digital timer. I told you my secretary gets word whenever the blade falls. I even rigged it so it can fall at a certain time. I’ve beheaded three chicks that way. They wanted me to fuck ‘em, so I rigged the blade to go off on a timer.”

“So you can set it to go off at a certain time, honey?”

“I can set it for ten minutes, then fuck you for seven or eight.”

“That would be incredible!” I breathed as he continued to thrust in and out of me.

The thought of losing my head was both frightening and thrilling. I didn’t think I wanted to play with fire or anything like that. But at least I’d be able to experience more of what my daughter had felt just before her beheading.

“Let’s do it, honey.”

“Ok, Mrs. Walker. Anything you say.”

I blinked as I looked up at the blade above me. Was that my voice? Had I just told him to rig the timer? What the hell was I thinking??

I heard him walk over to the controls. I was strongly tempted to tell him to stop and just let me out. But I was so damned horny that I figured I could go for at least seven or eight minutes before him safely letting me out.

I heard him walk back to me. “It’s all set, Mrs. Walker. You’ve got ten minutes before I need to go shut it off or get your head out of there.” Then I felt him slide his dick back inside me.

I gasped as he utterly filled me. Another drop of blood splattered down upon my neck. It made me stiffen until I almost climaxed again.

I felt hands upon my boobs as he groped me while fucking me. “You’re so fucking hot, Mrs. Walker! Gawd; you’re so fucking hot!”

His words melted me as I moaned and whimpered. I looked up at the blade again. It chilled me to the bone while giving me such an indescribable thrill.

He suddenly picked up the pace, fucking me hard and fast. It swelled within me until he eased off. Then he fucked me nice and slow.

I couldn’t resist asking him in a trembling voice, “Do you want another meaty rump roast, honey?”

“I really love these boobs, Mrs. Walker!” He groped me again as he thrust in and out.

I began panting for breath as he picked up the pace. I gasped and whimpered as I looked up at the blade. The thought of losing my head thrilled me. At the same time, it scared the shit out of me.

“Time, honey?”

“Seven minutes, Mrs. Walker.” Then he eased off. I heard him panting for breath as he gasped, “Such a hot MILF! Damn! I really hit the jackpot with you, Mrs. Walker.”

He started to thrust a little harder. I clenched as I tried to milk him. Seeing the blade dangling above me almost made me scream for him to let me out. But I bit my tongue, mainly because this was the experience I wanted to endure for the sake of my daughter.

He really pounded me. Then he pulled out of me. I wondered what he was doing when he came around front.

He tipped my head back and thrust his cock down my throat. I tasted my arousal on his meaty member. It filled me with fear as well as an incredible arousal.

He fucked my mouth for a couple minutes at least. He thrust all the way into my throat until I wanted to gag. Then he pulled out and went around back.

He toyed with my pussy, rubbing the tip of his dick around my opening. I whimpered as I told him, “Put it in, damn you!” He just chuckled as he kept teasing me.

“Damnit, Chad; put your cock inside me!” He pushed it in a little deeper. I clenched, but it wasn’t all the way in yet.

“DAMNIT, CHAD; FUCK ME ALREADY!”

“Right away, Mrs. Walker!” And with that he really started to pound me.

I gasped and moaned as he fucked me good and hard. It was incredible. I felt it swell within me until I screamed in orgasm.

I clenched like crazy, trying to hold him deep inside me. He slid all the way out, only to ram his way home again. I cried out as it swelled within me yet again.

I looked up at the blade, thinking about Hilary and Naomi. What had they felt looking up at the glistening steel like this? My daughter had made Hilary cum, while I had made sure Naomi had orgasmed. It must have felt incredible before the blade had dropped on them both.

Chad began thrusting hard in and out of me. I began to shudder; gawd, how I wanted his meaty pole! I screamed for him to fuck me hard. Then I was cumming again.

He eased back down for a moment. I was just coming down off that orgasmic high when he picked up the pace. Once more he began pounding me hard.

I felt it swell within me. It occurred to me we should probably be thinking about stopping before I pushed my luck. But I wanted to experience one more orgasm before he got me out of the guillotine.

I screamed, “FUCK ME, HONEY!” Chad pounded me good and hard until I cried out again. I’m pretty sure I squirted all over him.

I was barely coming down from the plateau of my sexual high when I felt another one coming on strong. I thought maybe we should be stopping. But it just felt too damned good.

At that moment, something went terribly wrong. The blade flashed down until I couldn’t see it anymore. Then I felt a sharp pain across my neck before I seemed to plummet.

I got all dizzy and disoriented. I wanted that last cum, but I couldn’t feel anything anymore. I could hear Chad roaring his release. Then I was aware of a liquid warmth falling upon the side of my face.

I tried to ask Chad what the hell happened. But the words wouldn’t cum. Then it felt like I was being lifted up.

I was pulled up until I saw his face. He smiled as though he was a little embarrassed. “Sorry, Mrs. Walker. I guess we lost all track of time. You wanted to know how Carrie felt, right?”

He kissed my lips before he lowered me. I ended up facing his crotch and his huge erection. That’s when his cock pushed between my lips.

It went in all the way until my lips were up against his balls. But I didn’t feel the gag reflex. I couldn’t feel anything past the back of my throat. In fact, I couldn’t feel anything at all.

Then consciousness ebbed away until I was aware of nothing at all…

EPILOGUE

Chad cleaned up my face before adding my head to the others. He picked out a picture and posted it to my daughter’s Instagram…. “Carrie’s mother follows her daughter’s example.”

The plant ended up with five bodies to process instead of four…

2020 (written for Thor Dec 2 ’20 by riwa)

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Drowning for him 3.9 (36)

Posted on September 9, 2024 by riwa

He’s down there waiting for me. I can see the bubbles coming up from his scuba gear.

What was I thinking when I agreed to this? I suppose it was because I let him drown me in the pool last month.

I could tell he wanted to. I was a little drunk, and I kept taunting him, telling him to drown me. I had no idea he would really go through with it!

He was wearing those sexy speedos, and his cock was really noticeable. I could tell how aroused he’d become. I suppose it’s my own fault for always wanting to arouse him.

The more I drunkenly teased him, the more noticeable the bulge in his speedos became. I was intoxicated by the power my words had over him. I told him I was drunk and that I probably wouldn’t be able to hold my breath for very long. So I told him to take his cock out and stroke it as he drowned me.

Can you believe it?? The bastard actually went and done it! He pulled me under and dragged me to the bottom of the pool.

I laughed and bubbled. Of course I didn’t believe he was actually going to do it! Then he pulled his speedos down.

His erection was thick and hard. I couldn’t ever remember seeing it that stiff! Was it all because I’d told him I wanted to drown for him?

He wedged me between his legs. Then he grasped onto my wrists so I couldn’t fight back. It was thrilling the way he held onto me like that.

I decided to play along. So I bulged my cheeks for him. Then I released a few bubbles out of my mouth and nose.

Would you believe it? His dick seemed to get even harder. It was right there in plain view as he pinned me between his legs.

I tried to struggle. But he held me in an iron grip. I tried to grab his dick and stroke him. But he was content to hold me in place and watch me without letting go of my wrists.

I was right, of course. I was so drunk that I really couldn’t hold my breath for very long. Soon, my lungs were screaming at me.

I panicked and changed my mind. I shook my head from side to side. But that didn’t make him let go.

Maybe he thought I was acting. Maybe he thought I was putting on a show. Or maybe he really wanted to drown me!

I felt a surge of panic as my lungs heaved. His cock was right there within view, hard and twitching. I experienced a flurry of mixed emotions, from excitement at seeing his arousal to the fear I was really going to drown.

I suddenly reached that point where I just couldn’t hold my breath anymore. I gulped a mouthful of water that made me convulse painfully. Then I really started thrashing around between his legs.

I began hitching and spasming as I swallowed more pool water. It hurt like hell, but I do remember experiencing an orgasm. Then I remember seeing his cock go off, shooting an unbelievable amount of cum.

It felt like an elephant was sitting on my chest. But I do remember feeling a strange thrill he was cumming to my drowning. I kept coughing up bubbles until there were hardly any left to cough up.

I went all limp and lifeless between his legs. I was still conscious when he grabbed my head. Then he pushed his cock between my lips. That was such a perverse thrill. It was also the last thing I remember.

When I regained consciousness, I found myself on the side of the pool. My chest and lungs hurt, but I was breathing. I remember being astonished he’d really drowned me. He just smiled as he told me I’d kept asking for it.

A week ago, we had a huge fight. I told him he had to make me cum with his mouth for seven days. If he did, I would let him have my ass once a day for seven days. But if I missed a day, he could drown me again.

I forgot how talented he is with his tongue. For seven days, he made me cum. And I kept up my end of the bargain… until yesterday. I didn’t let him have my ass. Now we’re out here… and he’s about to drown me again!

What the hell was I thinking?? Did I deny him deliberately? Did I want him to drown me again? Maybe I did.

I see bubbles again. Is he getting impatient? I suppose I’d better slide off the end of this boat and get my ass down to him.

I slide off and hit the water feet first. It makes me sink deeper. Gawd; here he comes!

I make a mad dash for the surface as fear and arousal course though my body. He just grabs an ankle and pulls me downward. Now the fear really envelopes me!

He spins me around and tries to cuff my wrists behind my back. I fight him instinctively. But I’m no match for him, and I’m quickly subdued.

He spins me around and shows me his erection. It looks hard and glorious. But a defiant streak comes over me, and I shake my head.

He motions at the regulator in his mouth before pointing at his dick. The message is crystal clear. Suck, or I won’t get any air.

He grabs my head and forces his cock between my lips. I know better than to bite. Then he hits the back of my throat. He wants bubbles, and the best way to get ‘em out of me is to make me gag them up.

My lungs heave, and I start hitching. I’m almost out of breath. Is he going to drown me with his cock between my lips?

At the last second, he pulls my head off his dick. Then he removes his reg and pushes it into my mouth. I think to clear it before breathing. I never knew compressed air could taste so good!

As I catch my breath, he pushes his dick against my anus. I grunt and cry out as I shake my head. He just smiles evilly as he pushes his way inside.

He starts to thrust, pushing in nice and deep. Then he rips the reg out of my mouth. Bubbles come out with it before he puts it back between his lips.

He savagely gropes my tits as he fucks my ass. I’ve never been so frightened… or so horny. I know I deserve this.

Question is: am I going to drown with his cock up my ass? Gawd; he wouldn’t! Still, the thought gives me perversely erotic tingles.

I grunt and moan as he fucks my ass. The surface looks a good twenty or twenty-five feet away. He’s clearly not about to let me go anytime soon.

He fucks the air out of my lungs until my chest starts to ache. Then he begins flicking my bean with his finger. Gawd no; not that??!!

My arousal intensifies as he pumps pleasure into my ass and into my swollen nub. Gawd; the bastard is going to make me cum as I drown! It’s both frightening and thrilling.

He removes the reg, giving me hope I’ll get another reprieve. Instead, he purges it into my crotch. He flicks my bean until it overwhelms me.

I tip my head back and scream my breath away as I violently clench around the cock in my ass. Then I gurgle as I swallow water. A moment later, I find myself cumming and drowning.

There’s fear and excitement as my lungs keep trying to pull water down my windpipe. I can feel how hard he is in my ass. Then I feel the sensation of him filling me with his seed.

I cum again as I drown painfully, my body instinctively trying to milk all his cream out of his balls. I feel so full down there as he keeps pumping me. I hitch and gurgle until my struggles lesson.

I’m gently hitching as he pulls me off his dick. Then he pushes his erection into my mouth. It easily hits the back of my throat.

I shudder from one last conscious orgasmic discharge. Then I’m aware of nothing at all. The bastard did it to me again…

When I awaken, we’re back on board the boat. The cuffs are no longer on my wrists. He just smiles as he shakes his head.

“Don’t you think you should quit while you’re ahead?”

“You bastard! That’s gonna cost you! Now I expect you to make me cum every day for two weeks straight.”

“And if I succeed?”

“You’ll never succeed.”

“And if I succeed?”

“I’ll let you drown me again.”

“Still trying to write checks with your mouth that your body will have a difficult time trying to cash?”

“This time it’ll be different!”

He just grins at me and shakes his head. That’s when I get an erotic thrill that ripples through me. I know for a fact he’s going to drown me again.

Gawd; what have I done?? I must be insane!

Or maybe… just maybe…

I totally get off drowning for him…

9-12-23 Inspired by the picture I found.

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Hanged on Santamos Island (male victims) 4.1 (43)

Posted on September 2, 2024 by riwa

An impoverished Caribbean island nation nears bankruptcy.  In order to raise cash income from “tourists”, the nation’s leaders in desperation pass a law — consensual executions of sane and un-coerced foreigners by other foreigners will be legal in public execution areas on the island. Arachnid’s Santamos Island universe

We were just visiting the island on a lark. We’d heard about the executions that often took place there. We just wanted to witness one for ourselves.

We got to watch a long-drop hanging the first night we were there. Some guy dropped his former girlfriend. She wanted to hang for him after their break-up, rather than seeing him happy with someone new.

She wore a light red blouse and short black skirt. He dropped her right at 10 pm. She fell through the trap and bounced, a loud crick indicating her neck had broken.

Afterwards, we talked about it in the lounge. The guys didn’t know what to make of it. I didn’t know what to say about it either.

The next morning after breakfast, we watched some dude get his head chopped off by some guy whom we later learned was his lover. The guy was beheaded buck naked and sporting an erection. It only took one swing for the head to leap off and the cock to spurt.

The guys didn’t know what to make of that either. But they admitted it was kind of erotic watching his cock go off as the axe came down on his head. It made me wonder why his cock was so hard in the first place.

We quickly discovered the executions we were observing were purely voluntary. Those who were to be executed had to sign a consent form with the hotel concierge in order to make it all legal. It put a whole new spin on what we were observing.

It was amazing the way people around here were willing to allow someone to execute them. Apparently folks were flying in with the express purpose of not flying back out alive. Jamaree and Udoka still didn’t know what to make of it all. But I could tell they were thinking about it differently now.

That afternoon, we watched two women get shot by their office staff over at the firing range. Again, we learned they had volunteered and had signed consent forms. The staff seemed almost gleeful at being allowed to execute them.

Afterwards, we went down to the beach and checked the tidal stakes. A naked young couple were standing upright and tied to posts, waiting for the tide to come in. By now, the water was already up to their necks.

There was a redhead in a very skimpy outfit swimming out in the water. She would tread water before occasionally slipping under the surface. The couple didn’t seem to mind her being there.

The woman ended up drowning first, being as how she was the shorter of the two. It took the guy another twenty minutes. We noticed the redhead going underwater the moment his mouth and nose were staying submerged.

After his head was covered, the redhead swam back to shore. That’s when she saw us standing there in our shorts and tank tops. “I had to stay and watch his cock go off as he drowned,” she smiled by way of explanation. “I also wanted to suck his dick a few times after he’d drowned.”

She said her name was Rubiana. So we introduced ourselves. I quickly noticed Jamaree and Udoka paying her an inordinate amount of attention.

She told us she’d watched five male executions to date. The last one had just drowned, and she’d witnessed the beheading we’d seen earlier. Then she told us she’d slow-hanged three others earlier in the morning.

Udoka looked at Jamaree and I before asking her, “Did you hang them all at once?”

She proudly smiled as she replied, “I sure did.”

“Where?” I asked, curious to see the spot. Up ‘til now, we hadn’t seen any way for any multiple hangings to take place on the island.

“They put it up three weeks ago,” she replied. “Want to have a look at it?”

Jamaree and Udoka were agreeable. So we all followed her down the beach. I was curious to see this thing she’d used to hang three males.

We found it next to some rocks and trees a short distance from the water’s edge. It didn’t look very impressive as we walked up to it. So Rubiana explained it to us.

“You use that lever over there to raise and lower it. See those orange connections on that crossbeam. You get a noose from the hotel concierge, slip it into that slot up there, and then up you go. It’s simply a matter of tying them up and then operating the lever. Basically, it’s a simplified hydraulic system.”

Astonished, Udoka sputtered, “You actually hanged three guys from this very spot?”

Rubiana smiled at him as she nodded. “This morning, right here at this very spot. I hanged them all together, and they were all naked. You should have seen their cocks go off. It was erotic as hell.”

She seemed more than a little excited about what she’d done to them. That’s when I developed a very uneasy feeling about her. She was giving us the eye, especially my friends. It was as though she was sizing us all up to wear the next noose.

Jamaree and Udoka seemed oddly enthralled by her. I thanked her for showing us the contraption. Then I grabbed my friends and forcefully steered them back to the hotel.

—

That evening, we watched some guy get hanged by his male and female friends. Supposedly, he had lost a bet with them. The loser had to hang, but apparently he seemed quite willing to go along with it.

He stood naked on the trap. Everyone noticed the erection he was sporting. Jamaree and Udoka seemed particularly affected by the whole thing.

When the trap opened, we all expected him to fall and break his neck. But to our surprise, he only fell a few inches. Then he put on quite a dance until his cock went off, spurting outward.

His friends all cheered his dance until his cock softened and he dangled quietly. But my buddies seemed quite affected by it. I was starting to become more than a little concerned over them.

That night, we ran into Rubiana in the lounge. She asked the guys if they wanted to dance. They both agreed.

I wasn’t sure I wanted to be around her. So I left them to it while I went to get me a drink. Besides, I figured they were smart enough not to do anything rash.

We were all staying in separate rooms, so I didn’t see them for the rest of the night. But the next morning, I was awakened bright and early by one of the hotel staff. I was instructed to get myself down to the hanging machine on the beach, with instructions to wear nothing but a pair of briefs.

I asked what this was all about. I was told it involved my two friends. That’s when I felt a jolt of alarm in my gut before I ran out of the hotel in my underwear.

The sun was still coming up when I finally got there. Jamaree and Udoka were already noosed up in the machine. They were both naked, of course. I couldn’t believe it!

Jamaree had his wrists tied behind his back. And his ankles were secured together. His cock was hard, but he didn’t seem the least bit upset.

In the middle spot, Udoka had his arms crossed behind his back. His dick was also erect. He smiled when he saw me.

Rubiana was wearing this incredibly skimpy outfit as she waved me over. “They wanted to see you and say goodbye,” she explained. Then she stepped over near the lever.

I went over to stop her. “Now just a damn minute!” That’s when Jamaree stopped me.

“Leave her alone, David. We already signed the consent forms.”

“Signed, sealed and delivered,” Udoka added. “You can stay or you can leave. But we’d like it if you stayed.”

“You guys ready?” Rubiana gasped with apparent delight. “I can’t wait to get you boys up into the air!”

“We’re ready,” Jamaree called to her.

“Ready and willing,” Udoka added.

Rubiana had her hand on the lever as she turned toward me. “Staying or leaving?”

I looked at her and then over at my friends. They both looked at me as though wanting me to stay. I didn’t answer, but I didn’t move either.

“Gawd; I can’t wait!” Then Rubiana pulled the lever. The crossbar rose up with a hiss until their feet left the sand.

They dangled by at least a foot off the ground as they struggled in their nooses. Jamaree wriggled and dolphin kicked as his cock really stiffened. Udoka kicked and pedaled with his legs as his dick got hard as well.

Jamaree’s cock went off first, spurting onto the sand. Then Udoka’s popped, his cream arcing upward before splattering onto the beach.

Their heads tipped to one side as Rubiana left her position by the lever. She went over to them and gasped, “Gawd; that makes me so wet just watching them! Such fine specimens.” Then she turned toward me and smiled as she added, “You’re not so bad yourself.”

Both cocks were still oozing as the guys settled down. Rubiana went right up to Udoka and took his oozing dick into her mouth. She sucked on it for a few moments until it looked like my friend was somehow trying to thrust into her.

She looked at me and smiled. “Death cum is delicious. He really danced divinely for me.” All I could do was shake my head.

She stepped over and reached out for Jamaree’s dick. She stroked and squeezed until she got more cum out of him. Afterwards, she panted, “Gawd; that’s so sexy!”

I put my hand on my hip as I shook my head in wonder. “Uh… if you don’t mind my asking… when did they agree to all this?”

“Last night in the lounge after you left.”

She was lustfully eyeing Jamaree’s dick as she grasped onto it. I saw a little bit of cum on the tip. Even Udoka’s dick kept oozing cream as he dangled all limp and lifeless.

I felt anger start to rise up within me as she reached over and stroked Udoka as well. “What did you tell them? How did you talk them into it?”

“I didn’t do anything,” she replied, although she wasn’t looking at me. She was looking at them and their cocks as she added, “I didn’t talk them into anything.” Then she took a quick suck of Jamaree before stepping over to suck Udoka’s dick.

“You must have told them something.”

She shook her head in denial. “They’re the ones who suggested it. Believe it or not, I was the voice of reason. I told them you might not like it. But they were both adamant. They wanted to do it bright and early this morning before you could talk them out of it.” Now she was stroking both cocks, occasionally taking a suck from one or the other.

“And their consent forms?”

“They’re on file at the hotel. I can take you to them if you wish.”

“I wish.”

She stopped stroking them and looked right at me. “You’re upset. I’m sorry. They should have included you in this decision.”

She paused before finally saying, “Give me a moment?” I nodded my consent.

She kissed the tip of Jamaree’s penis which was finally starting to soften. “Very sexy. Thank you for your precious gift.”

She moved over and stroked Udoka a time or two before kissing the tip of his dick. “What a thrill. Boys, thank you so very much. I’ll never forget it.”

She turned to me and sighed. “I can’t help but enjoy what I’ve witnessed. So let’s go back to the hotel. Let me make it up to you.” But I had no idea how she was going to manage that.

4-26-24 Art by chinese artist ???????

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Making a mermaid 4.1 (56)

Posted on August 26, 2024 by riwa

Mark and Lucinda met while lifeguarding. At first, they didn’t like each other very much. But they learned to work together.

Over time, they began to grow on each other. They were constantly trying to one-up the other. That led to a breath-holding challenge one night after the pool had closed.

The first time down, Mark was the winner. But Lucinda demanded a rematch and won the second round. The tie-breaking round resulted in a virtual tie, both coming up at about the same time, panting like crazy.

Neither one had a watch at the time. So they vowed to hold another contest in the future. This time, they would time themselves.

A couple weeks later, they went at it again. Lucinda won the first one with a time of 2:28. But a rematch resulted in Mark winning with a time of 2:42. The last time down, Mark barely stayed down the longest with a time of 2:53.

They began swimming and snorkeling together during their free time. But they still remained competitive. Sometimes Lucinda outlasted Mark during their underwater contests.

This went on for a couple years. They grew fonder of each other to the point where they stopped seeing other people. And they were frequently found in pools, lakes and coves together.

One day, Mark popped the question. Lucinda excitedly said yes. They celebrated by renting a boat and taking it out into the cove.

During a swim to the bottom, they discovered a submerged four-wheel drive with a rack on top. They had no idea how it ended up there. They enjoyed climbing into the front seat and acting as though they were going for a drive.

After surfacing for another breath, they returned to the four-wheeled vehicle. This time, they climbed into the back seat and made out with each other. It reminded them of the first time they’d had sex in the back seat of Mark’s SUV.

They married after a year of engagement. Mark and Lucinda set up house in a small apartment. They had moved on from lifeguarding, getting jobs that payed better. But they always remembered how they had first met, and how competitive they had been… and still were.

They finally decided they were ready to start a family. So they went at it as often as time permitted. But Lucinda did not conceive.

They tried all sorts of different methods and positions. But nothing seemed to work. They tried to hide their disappointment, accepting it might never happen.

One day, Lucinda talked Mark into going out into the cove. She thought it would be fun to swim down to the ocean floor again. Hell, maybe sex underwater was just the thing they needed.

Mark was more than agreeable. So they picked a weekend, rented a boat, and headed out. Just for fun, they tracked down that sunken four-wheeler.

Lucinda jokingly asked if Mark was interested in going down and making a mermaid. The idea sounded like fun. So they made sure no one was around before shedding their suits and going “au naturale”.

They swam down to the vehicle and climbed into the front seat. Once more, that competitive nature rose up within them. They wanted to see who could hold their breath the longest.

They started by seeing who could stay down kissing each other the longest. This time, it was Mark who shot out of the vehicle and swam up first. Lucinda triumphantly followed him up.

The next time down, it was Lucinda who had to surface first after a lengthy session. Mark followed her up. Naturally, Lucinda suggested a tie-breaking contest.

“What happens if I win?” Mark asked with a twinkle in his eye.

“Missionary position.”

“And if you win?”

“Cowgirl.” They both laughed.

They swam down and climbed into the front seat. They embraced before kissing for the longest time. They stubbornly fought to see who could stay down the longest before Lucinda frantically made for the door. But it had closed and gotten stuck, and she couldn’t get it open.

Mark anxiously pulled her out of his side of the submerged vehicle. Then they shot up together, spewing their breath along the way. The popped up panting loudly for breath.

“Damn!” Lucinda panted. “For a minute, I thought you were going to have to revive me!”

“Lifeguard practice,” he replied with a smile. “It’s always fun.”

“You won,” she confessed. “I had to go up first. You helped me, so you’re on top. Let’s go down and make a mermaid.”

They filled their lungs with air and swam back down. This time they ended up on the hood of the four-wheeler. Mark hung onto the rail to the roof as Lucinda lay underneath him, wrapping a leg around him while trying to pull him deep inside her.

They really went at it, although their competitiveness reared up again. They fought to stay down for as long as possible, just to see who could outlast the other. Both were grunting as they spewed bubbles like crazy.

Mark wasn’t going up until after he’d shot his load. And Lucinda was determined to stay down for as long as it took. Both lungs were straining as they grunted like crazy.

She finally felt her husband shoot his load deep inside her. Then her chest heaved in warning. But she climaxed so hard that it left her weak and disoriented. Mark had to help pull her up to the surface.

The popped up panting weakly for breath. Mark looked at his bride and asked, “Do you always have to be so competitive?”

“Do you?” she replied with a grin.

“What do you think?”

“Maybe we should re-enact the first time we had sex together.”

“Down there?” he asked with a sly smile. She grinned and nodded.

They worked at refilling their lungs. Then they headed back down. This time, they slid into the back seat and began making out.

At first, they got all handsy with each other. She got him nice and hard as they kissed. Then they surfaced with aching lungs.

The next time down, they returned to the backseat. Then she sucked his cock. Lucinda took her time, careful not to make him cum in her mouth before they had to surface.

When he was ready, they headed back down and got into the backseat one last time. Then she climbed into his lap. That’s when they went at it.

Once more, they developed a little competitive streak, trying to see who could hold their breath the longest. But the reward was worth it when she felt him pumping his seed deep inside her. Afterwards, they headed back to the surface with aching lungs before deciding to call it a day.
—
Nine months later, Lucinda was in the hospital giving birth. Mark’s only concern was whether or not the child would have webbed hands and feet. If it was a boy, he was tempted to name him “Baxter”, as he might have been conceived in the back seat of the submerged four-wheeler. But he figured Lucinda wouldn’t appreciate his sense of humor.

If it was a girl, they could always name her Ariel…

2-14-23 Inspired by JustPaul’s render.

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Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 4.3 (7)

Posted on August 25, 2024 by riwa

Coming September rewards

The hit on Revy 7
Vacation 6
Best laid plans 5
The party decoration 4 (finally)
Dorothy’s squalid hanging 2
My very last day pt 2
I think your mom likes me
Rey’s demise
Janet and the quicksand bet
Miss Goodie Twoshoes
Wicked women shorts
Kira and Sandy

July stories/rewards will fall off at the end of August to make room for September rewards.

Mom is having gallbladder issues right now, and has been having them for the past week or so. The antibiotic she’s taking seems to be causing some unusual side effects. And if it’s not the antibiotic, then something else is amiss. So our routines have been greatly disrupted.

I’m going to make sure all these stories are pre-loaded so they will be up and will post on each scheduled day as I usually do. But things have become quite chaotic around here. So I’m doing what I can each day before I head over to spend time with mom.

I hope all of you and your family members are doing well. It can be quite stressful when things do not go according to plan and health issues arise. So please take very good care of yourselves. And as always: thank you so very much for being my patrons.

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Taylor’s followers part 2 4.4 (65)

Posted on August 19, 2024 by riwa

Chad checked his guillotine, making sure it was still in working order. He made sure the blade was lifted up and locked into position. Debra’s blood mingled with Hilary’s to drip off the razor-sharp edge.

My daughter nudged Naomi. “You’re next, right?”

The pretty Asian girl suddenly seemed uncertain of herself. I caught her hesitation and asked, “What’s the matter? Would you prefer to go last?”

“I thought you wanted to do me last, mom.” Carrie was right of course.

Chad looked over at Naomi and my daughter. He smiled as he asked, “Is there a holdup here?”

“N-no holdup,” Naomi said in a quivering voice. “I suppose I should go next; right?”

I smiled as I told her, “Only if you want to, honey. Only if you want to.”

“Are you going to back out now?”

“Carrie, that’s not very nice.”

“Mom; she agreed!”

“She can change her mind if she wishes, right? I can always take her back with me.”

Naomi looked at me and tried to smile. “Give me a minute; ok, Mrs. Walker?”

“Sure thing, honey.”

Naomi went over and got a closer look at the naked, headless bodies. They were still draining out. There was not as much blood as before. But it was still dribbling out of both severed necks.

Matching streams created rivulets to the drain. There was also a stream going from the wicker basket. So far it had caught two heads. That was a lot of blood that had been pumped out.

Naomi went over and looked at both heads on the shelf. Her breath caught in her throat. Then she quietly murmured, “Taylor went out the same way, didn’t she.”

“That’s why we’re here,” Carrie told her irritably.

“I want… to go out… I mean… to be like Taylor.” Then Naomi walked over to the guillotine. She gulped as she looked at the rails that would guide the blade down to slice through her throat.

My daughter changed tactics, wanting to be helpful. “Want me to lick you out? I will if you want me too. Hilary came so hard when I licked her out, you know.”

“No, I don’t…”

“Would you like my help, honey? Or would you like to back out?”

Naomi looked down into the wicker basket. It appeared to give her the shivers something fierce. Then she stammered, “Would you help me lie f-face up, Mrs. Walker? I just c-can’t look down to see where my head is going to land.”

“Cool! I knew she’d go through with it!”

I gave a disapproving look at my enthusiastic daughter. Then I went over to assist Naomi. Chad hovered nearby with the handcuffs at the ready.

“Are you sure, honey? You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“No; I really want to do it, Mrs. Walker. I’m just… a little nervous.”

“You want to lie face up on your back?”

“If you don’t mind.”

I nodded as I assisted her down onto the cushioned bench. Then I helped her lie backward. Chad helped me slide her forward until her head went through the opening, exposing her neck to the blade above.

She gasped as she looked up at the glistening steel. I tried to distract her by asking, “You want your hands cuffed, honey?”

“I think you’d better do it, Mrs. Walker. Right now I’m so… I’m so nervous.”

I smiled as I knelt and grabbed one wrist. I cuffed it before reaching underneath for the other one. I pulled her arm under the bench until I could cuff them both together.

Chad came over with the lunette. I stretched out a hand for it, telling him, “I think she’ll feel better if I do it.” He just smiled and nodded.

I showed it to her before asking, “Are you ready for this, honey?” She gulped and nodded. Then a drop of blood splattered onto her neck from the blade above.

She inhaled sharply as she closed her eyes. I slowly slid the lunette into place before locking it down. When I looked questioningly at Chad, he nodded I had done it right.

“Scared, honey?” She nodded her head.

“Want to change your mind?” A shake of the head.

“Want me to help you?” She nodded again.

I knelt close and began touching her all over. I caressed her gorgeous mounds, noting the way her chest rose and fell from each breath she took. She was trembling all over.

“Do you want to back out, honey?” She shook her head again.

“Do you want to be one of Taylor’s followers?” She nodded.

“Do you want to do this for me?” That’s when she looked at me in surprise.

“Honey, you look so sexy lying there like that. I’m ashamed to admit I was turned on watching the beheading of Hilary. And I was turned on watching the beheading of Debra. I’m really looking forward to watching the beheading of my daughter.”

Carrie looked at me and grinned. “That is so fucking hot, mom! You’re going to cum during my beheading, aren’t you?”

“I sure am, honey.” She practically swooned with excitement at my remark.

Naomi looked up at me as I leaned over her, still caressing her mounds. “Are you excited s-seeing me like this, Mrs. Walker?”

“Honey, you have no idea. Would you like to see?” She nodded.

I walked around front where I spread my legs and all but stood over her. She looked up to see my dripping pussy. It was tingling like crazy.

I stood there and masturbated for a few moments, groping my boobs while fingering my cunt. “Honey, I’m going to cum so hard when the blade takes you. I hope you don’t mind. But I just might have to pick up your severed head, mash your face into my crotch and cum all over you. Would that be all right?”

Her eyes opened wide. I thought I saw her nipples harden. I could tell she was panting for breath.

Another drop of blood hit her neck. She gasped and whimpered. “Oh, honey; you have no idea how much it excites me to see you facing the blade like that, the blood of Hilary and Debra splatting onto your neck where the blade is going to fall.”

I walked around and knelt beside her where I began playing with her breasts again. “Your body is going to jerk and buck once your head is gone, honey. Hell, I might even cum twice.”

I allowed my hands to roam until one reached down to her crotch. Her nub had swollen, her labia fully engorging. Despite her fear, she was obviously experiencing some sort of excitement.

I fingered her dripping slit. She inhaled sharply. So I fingered her harder until she began to writhe and moan.

“You like that, honey?” She moaned and whimpered in response. “Oh, honey; I bet you’re going to squirt for me when the blade falls. I bet you’re going to put on one hell of a show; am I right?”

She gasped and whimpered as she wriggled and squirmed. I adjusted my position until I got a good look at her face. Most of the fear had ebbed away.

“Taylor’s waiting for you, honey. She had the ride of her life. Now you’re going to take that very same ride. How does it feel?”

“I… I don’t… I…”

I fingered her harder as I groped and fondled her. She really began to writhe and hump against my hand. Then I looked over at the controls.

Carrie was right there, her hand at the ready. Chad was standing nearby, his cock erect again. It finally occurred to me the cameras were busy taking pictures.

I shook my head at my daughter… not yet. Then I really finger-fucked Naomi’s cunt. The sexy Asian rose up to hump against my hand.

I really wanted to set her mind at ease. I also wanted her to lose her head. It was shameful, yet my pussy was throbbing like crazy.

I waited until she was on the verge of cumming. I looked at Carrie and shook my head again. Then I pulled my fingers out.

I climbed on, straddling Naomi’s naked body. I ground my nub against hers. Then I began rubbing her boobs while riding her.

“So sexy, honey. I’m going to cum all over you when the blade falls. My gawd; you have no idea how wet I am right now! Can’t you feel how wet I am??”

Naomi panted and moaned as her chest rose and fell. I groped and massaged her boobs as I began fucking her crotch to crotch. Her body actually began rocking against mine as we developed a rhythm.

“You want me to cum all over you when the blade falls, honey? Is that what you want? You want me to cum all over you as you lose your head for Taylor?”

She panted and whimpered as she looked up at me. I think the fear was trying to re-establish itself. But I could also see her excitement beginning to build.

“Gawd, honey. You’re going to get so many fucking likes when I show off your sexy head on Instagram. Is that what you want? You want to give up your head for Taylor and I so you can get a ton of likes?”

She panted as I ground against her. Her eyes were open wide as she stared up at the blade. I think the fear was still there; I’m sure it was a natural reaction. But I think I was also helping her get into it.

Maybe I shouldn’t have. But I was so damned turned on. I think she wanted to go through with it. She just needed a little extra motivation.

I really ground against her swollen nub as I rode her. We both panted like crazy. “Honey, when the blade falls, we’re both going to cum like a couple of cheap whores.”

She gasped and whimpered. She was really writhing underneath me. Then I pinched her nipples hard.

She yipped and moaned. I panted, “Honey, I want your head so fucking bad. Can I have your head? Will you let me take it?”

Her reply surprised me. “Yes, Mrs. Walker. Take my head. Please take my head.”

I was astonished I’d helped her come around so enthusiastically. I looked over at Carrie and shook my head… still not yet. Then I repeated my words to Naomi.

“Can I take your head, honey? Gawd; I want your head! I’m going to cum so fucking hard!”

“Take it, Mrs. Walker. Take it!”

“Can I have it, honey?”

“Take it!”

“Gawd; I’m gonna cum!”

“TAKE IT – TAKE IT!”

I cried out as I ground against her crotch. Her back arched as she humped me back. We were both cumming when I furiously nodded my head.

The blade came whooshing down. Naomi’s orgasmic cries were silenced as the blade bottomed out with a loud thunk. Her head dropped into the wicker basket as a huge crimson flow began pouring out of her severed neck.

I leaped off as she continued bucking and humping, her secured arms jerking wildly underneath the bench. I rushed around front and pulled her head out. Then I mashed her face into my soaked crotch, not yet aware we’d just squirted against each other.

I humped her again and again as I spewed my discharge all over her face for a second time. I simply could not stop cumming. It was shameful as hell, but it was totally worth it.

I looked over to see Carrie furiously masturbating. Even Chad was stroking himself. It was erotic as hell.

I finally came down from my orgasmic high. I lifted Naomi’s head up for the cameras to see. Pictures were snapped of her face dripping from a mixture of blood and fluids.

Carrie collapsed onto the floor moaning “Oh fuck; oh gawd; oh fuck!” I thought Chad was going to jerk a load right then and there. But he calmed right back down as though he wanted to save it for later.

I took one last look at Naomi’s face before I kissed her lips. Her mouth was open from a mixture of bliss and surprise. Then her expression sagged tiredly.

Her body finally settled down until she stopped jerking around. I took her head around and set it on top of her stomach right close to her crotch. Then I had to pause to catch my breath.

Carrie finally stood up and got her iPhone. Chad came over and helped show us a lot of pictures. I noticed there weren’t any showing her head free from the mess that had been made.

I asked, “Shouldn’t we clean her up first?”

“No, mom; I like this one. It’s really hot.”

Carrie picked the one of my kissing Naomi’s soaked lips. “Not that one,” I said as my face flushed crimson.

“Mom; it’s fucking great!”

I just waved dismissively… “Whatever.”

“Everybody’s going to love this one, mom!” Then she sent it out.

We checked the other two posts of Hilary and Debra to see how well they were doing. They were already racking up a large number of likes. There were several comments indicating how hot the heads looked.

Carrie got a rag and wiped the blood and my cum off Naomi’s head. She walked it over and placed it next to the others. Then she stood there admiring them as blood continued to trickle out of their severed necks.

Chad helped me remove Naomi’s handcuffs. Then we carried her over and stretched her out next to Debra. Hilary, Debra and Naomi now lay on their backs together with their feet close to the wall.

Severed necks pointed in the direction of the drain. Now there were three sets of crimson rivulets. It should have been horrifying. But I found it disturbingly erotic knowing who had just been beheaded.

Carrie finally came over and kissed me deeply. “That was so hot!” she panted when we came up for air. “The way you talked her into it? I kind of think she did it for you more than she did it for Taylor!”

“As long as she enjoyed the ride, honey.”

“Hell, that’s the way I want to go out!”

“Are you sure about that?”

“Hell yeah! You have no idea how hot that was. I came so hard I couldn’t stand up anymore!”

“So you have no qualms whatsoever about losing your head today?”

“It wouldn’t be right watching their beheading and then chickening out; would it, mom?”

“I suppose not. Are you sure I can’t talk you out of it?”

“Oh mom. You know you want to watch me lose my head. I saw how excited you were riding Naomi when the blade fell. You fucking loved it!”

“I just want to give you every opportunity to change your mind.”

“I’m not going to change my mind, mom. Besides, you want me to lose my head. Isn’t that right?”

I stared at her for a long moment, not wanting to answer the question. She just grinned and laughed. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“Honey, my sexual excitement is not what’s important here.”

“But that’s why you came along; right, mom?”

It seemed there was no way of talking her out of it. Deep down, I really did want her to go through with it. But that was selfish on my part. I didn’t want to influence her in any way.

“So is there going to be one more beheading or not?”

We both looked at Chad in surprise. He had the lunette in his hands. I’d forgotten he was standing there.

“Of course!” Carrie gasped excitedly.

“Face up or face down?”

Carrie thought about it for a long moment. Then she walked over to the guillotine. Chad had already lifted the blade back up into place before locking it down.

Blood dripped off the blade into the wicker below. It had recently claimed three young women, and was eager to take a fourth. There had been no thought whatsoever given to who they were or the type of lives they might have gone on to experience.

Carrie shivered before looking down into the wicker basket. The straw below was partly matted with blood. I grabbed her shoulder as I murmured, “Quite the choice, eh? Look up at the blade or down into the basket?”

“I think I’ll look down, mom. I want to see where I’m going. I’ll be falling into the same place as Debra, Naomi and my lover Hilary. Besides, I don’t think I want to look up at the blade. That might really freak me out.”

“Looks like my daughter’s going on her final ride lying face down,” I told Chad with a smile.

I felt a perverse thrill as an erotic shiver rippled through me. What kind of mother becomes excited at the thought of witnessing her daughter’s beheading? Was I the only one on the entire planet who would ever enjoy such a kinky spectacle??

2020 (written for Carrie Nov 11 ’20 by riwa)

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Breath-off at halftime 3.5 (31)

Posted on August 12, 2024 by riwa

Note: An oldie I’m reposting as we look toward the upcoming football season.

The hype leading up to the first NFL game of the season between the Dallas Cowboys and the New York Giants was not just limited to the media, players and coaches. Even the cheerleaders for their respective teams got in on the trash talking. They took to twittering back and forth, taunting the other side about how good their team was and how their opponent was going to get slaughtered in the first game of the season.

It wasn’t long before they began comparing qualities of the members of their respective cheerleading squads. The debate got rather heated, and many observers were greatly amused. Then the trash talking took an interesting turn.

Veronica, a member of the Giants cheerleading squad, boldly proclaimed she was so good that she could actually hold her breath while doing her routine with the others. A hot brunette Cowboys cheerleader named Serena tweeted back that Veronica was full of hot air. She wasn’t capable of holding her breath for any reason, certainly not when it would count the most.

Veronica was outraged and immediately demanded satisfaction. Serena tweeted back she could outlast her in a breath-hold contest any day of the week. That’s when the Giants cheerleader challenged her to a “breath-off” during halftime of the Cowboys-Giants game.

The rules would be simple. Both cheerleaders would agree to hold their breath against each other inside two separate Houdini tanks filled with water. The tanks would be standing next to each other on a platform in the middle of the field.

Cameras would record their progress. The scenes would be played out on the large stadium viewing screens. That way, there would be no doubt to the 82,000 fans in the stands, along with the millions of viewers watching, who the best cheerleader was at holding her breath.

As game-day approached, the trash talking intensified. Both cheerleaders tweeted how well they could hold their breath. The halftime contest would be no contest at all, and the opposing cheerleader would be humiliated.

Fans began to chime in. A wagering pool was soon arranged. But things really got serious when two wealthy, opposing fans made a special bet. The winning cheerleader would receive half of their winnings. Now each cheerleader would be playing for $50,000.

The big day came. The hype for the halftime show was only eclipsed by the hype of the Giants opening the season in defense of their Super Bowl crown. What made their run to the championship sweeter the year before was when they’d knocked the Cowboys out of the playoffs.

Veronica and Serena brought their iPads to the game. They continued to tweet against each other whenever they were not cheering with their respective squads. By halftime, the Cowboys held a slim 7-3 lead as the teams went to their locker rooms.

A platform was quickly hustled out to midfield, along with two Houdini tanks. Hoses were connected and stretched out, enabling the tanks to be rapidly filled. Then Veronica and Serena walked out from their respective sidelines.

They wore their team cheerleading outfits. Both women gaily waved to the cheers of their respective fans. But the hometown crowd cheered loudest for the Giants cheerleader.

Step ladders were rushed out. Now both ladies would be able to climb up onto the top of their respective tanks. The spectacle was such that many fans chose to remain and watch rather than make their way to the concession stands.

The trash talking continued as they walked out, still holding their iPads. Serena proudly proclaimed she could hold her breath three minutes. That’s when Veronica decided to up the stakes.

Once they reached the platform and could speak to each other, the Giant’s cheerleader upped the stakes. She suggested the contest should be held in such a way that there would no way either one could get a breath until the time was up. When she suggested they be locked in for those three minutes, Serena was more than agreeable.

Once the rules were set, two covers were quickly brought out so they could be latched into place. Then the tanks were topped off. Together they left their devices lying next to the Houdini tank they would be using.

Both cheerleaders climbed their ladders, waving eagerly to the fans. They sat on top of their respective tanks. Water spilled out from displacement as they dangled their legs inside.

Veronica confidently called out to one of the assistants standing nearby. “Remember, these are the rules we agreed upon. Neither of us gets air until at least three minutes have gone by. Then you can unlatch the hooks so my opponent here can open up her lid and come up first.”

She paused with a smirk. Then she glared challengingly at Serena before adding, “…that is, if the stupid bitch doesn’t drown herself first!”

The rules of the challenge were passed on to the stadium announcer who dutifully served as master-of-ceremonies. He first introduced Serena who waved confidently as she sat on the edge of her Houdini tank. She didn’t act the least bit worried as fans admired her impressive cleavage.

When Veronica was announced, the crowd let out a roar. She gallantly waved at everyone sitting in attendance. Then she flashed her most charming smile to the cameras dutifully recording the event for the large stadium screens and for the folks at home, proudly wriggling her ass in her short shorts.

Both cheerleaders started taking deep breaths to prepare themselves. Veronica glared grimly at Serena, determined to shut her up once and for all. The Cowboys cheerleader glared back at her as if to say, “Bring it on, bitch!”

The stadium announcer started counting down from ten, allowing the fans in the stands to count down with him. When they all yelled, “ZERO!” Veronica and Serena filled their lungs. Then they dropped as one into their respective Houdini tanks.

Water spilled out as the covers were quickly hinged into place. The lids were latched as per the agree-upon rules. The ladies were now effectively trapped inside for a minimum of three minutes until the latches would be popped free.

Veronica promptly pinched her nose shut, closing her eyes and settling in for the long breath-hold. Serena smiled and then closed her eyes. She braced herself against the sides of the tank with her arms as air dribbled out of her nose in tiny bubbles.

The two breath-holding cheerleaders immediately appeared side by side in their tanks on the giant stadium screens. The clock used for the football game was dubbed into the lower right-hand corner of each screen. The time began at 0:00 so that one and all could know how long both women had been submerged.

The crowd buzzed with excitement. Voices occasionally yelled out encouragement. 30 seconds quickly went by.

There was very little movement from the Cowboys cheerleader. But Veronica hadn’t situated herself properly. Now she had to push one hand up to keep from bumping her head into the cover of her tank.

When the stadium clock reached 1:00, the stadium announcer loudly called out “ONE MINUTE!” The crowd cheered louder. The sight of both women submerged in their cheerleading outfits was having the desired effect on the males in attendance, along with quite a few females.

The cameras did a close-up of Serena, allowing everyone to see a few bubbles dribble out of her nose. The close-up of Veronica showed her shifting in place as air slipped out through her pursed lips. The hometown crowd cheered her on.

The stadium clock reached 1:30. But the contents of both tanks showed little change. Serena seemed calm, a faint smile on her lips as her eyes remained closed. She continued to brace herself, her soaked Dallas Cowboys cheerleader outfit sensuously accenting her curvaceous body.

In the other tank, Veronica shifted again. She changed hands, now pinching her nose shut with the other one while bracing herself against the ceiling of her watery prison with an outstretched arm. Of the two, she seemed the most active in her tank.

The clock continued to move with agonizing precision, never seeming to speed up or slow down. The cheering intensified. Then the stadium announcer called out “TWO MINUTES!”

There was a roar of encouragement. This was unprecedented. Viewership was soaring during this particular moment in the telecast.

Serena shifted in her tank as more air dribbled out of her nose. Did she appear to be a little uncomfortable? Would she last the entire three minutes before her cover was unlatched from the top of her tank?

The stadium crowd responded with a hopeful cheer. Some wondered if she was starting to run out of breath. The camera close-ups were enticing.

Was it possible the Cowboys’ cheerleader might not make it to 3:00? What would happen then? Would the rules be bent if someone began to struggle?

Veronica opened her eyes long enough to look over at her opponent. Then she closed them. inwardly she was thinking, “Shit; the bitch is still with me!”

It was apparent she was uncomfortable as well. Her body wriggled a little as she released air out of her pursed lips. She was trying to ease the growing strain in her lungs without giving up too much air, air she would need to remain underwater for the full three minutes.

She tried hard not to show it. But it wasn’t long until the close-up of the Giants’ cheerleader in her tank revealed gentle spasms in her stomach. They slowly increased in intensity.

The stadium crowd took notice, and tried to cheer her onward. Then the announcer called out “TWO-TWENTY!” The crowd roared even louder for her.

Symptoms also appeared in Serena’s body. They were those same gentle spasms in her stomach. More air dribbled out of her nose.

She abruptly released a burst of air from her lips. She looked like she was also showing a struggle to hold her breath. But judging by the side by side comparison on the large video screens, it was Veronica who was clearly struggling the most.

The clock ticked onward with seemingly infinite slowness. It felt to many like the way the clock ticks slowly when the home team is holding a tenuous lead. That’s when the game can’t end fast enough.

Veronica’s chest began to heave. Her breasts gently bounced within her apparel as more air spurted out of her mouth. She was clearly struggling while still trying to push herself down from the cover above her: struggling both to hold her breath and to maintain her composure.

Next to her, Serena kept her eyes closed as though focused on the task at hand. It must have been difficult for her not to check on her opponent. The temptation was strong to open her eyes and risk a quick glance.

But she’d made a decision. She was determined not to allow anything to distract her. Besides, she was trying to concentrate, since the convulsions in her stomach had become quite noticeable.

The stadium announcer called out “TWO-FORTY!!” The stadium clock ticked 2:41… 2:42… 2:43. For Veronica those last 20 seconds must have seemed an eternity.

Her eyes suddenly popped open. She frantically brought her hand across her neck in a slashing motion…”NO AIR – NO AIR; I GIVE UP!” But the assistants hesitated.

The instructions were explicit. Besides, there was a lot of money involved. They were unsure how to proceed. Besides, there were only a few more seconds remaining.

Veronica frantically pushed up against the cover to her tank. Air billowed out of her mouth. But still the assistants hesitated as the crowd tried to encourage her not to give up.

Veronica reached her breaking point and freaked out. She began pounding on the glass of her tank. That’s when she screamed her air away, begging to be let out.

The crowd in the stadium were mesmerized by the situation now playing itself out. They tried to cheer her on, encouraging her to hold on a few seconds longer. The assistants fidgeted with indecision.

Serena opened her eyes and noticed her opponent panicking and bubbling. She felt her own panic threaten to swell within her. She anxiously swallowed it back down.

She’d heard the stadium announcer call out 2:40. Surely she could hold her breath another 20 seconds longer before their covers would be unlatched. But 20 seconds sounded like a very long time, especially in her breathless condition.

Veronica frantically pounded on the front of her Houdini tank. She pleaded at the cameras with her eyes, mouthing that she wanted to be let out. The stadium clocked methodically ticked away… 2:49… 2:50… 2:51.

She became too panicked to hold her breath any longer. At 2:53 she gulped down a mouthful of water. That’s when the Giants’ cheerleader convulsed painfully.

Instantly she went into drowning spasms. The horrifying close-up of her struggles were displayed on the large stadium screens for all to see. The crowd didn’t seem to know what to do!

Some groaned while the Dallas fans cheered. A few women screamed in horror. The assistants around the tank stood frozen with indecision, torn between breaking the rules and just standing there a few seconds longer.

Veronica was still jerking and spasming when the stadium announcer called out, “THREE MINUTES! SOMEBODY GET HER OUT OF THERE!” The assistants rushed forward, quickly unlatching her cover. One of them frantically climbed up her ladder.

The cover was lifted open. He anxiously reached down, grabbing Veronica’s arms. Then he pulled her still convulsing body up out of the tank.

Veronica coughed up water, her body still spasming in an effort to expel the water in her lungs. But now the cameras focused on the Cowboys’ cheerleader. Serena’s chest heaved mightily, her face a grimace of agony as she struggled to hold her breath.

She opened her eyes and looked over at the empty tank of her opponent. Then she looked into the cameras with grim determination. That’s when a smile broke out all over her face, knowing she had won.

With a last burst of the remaining air in her lungs, she forced herself upward. She pushed open the lid to her tank. Then she burst up out of the top and gasped loudly for breath. That’s when the stadium clock stopped at 3:12.

The Dallas faithful loudly cheered her performance. The hometown crowd applauded appreciatively, most of them giving her a standing ovation. Serena was able to climb out of the Houdini tank on her own.

Paramedics rushed forward with a stretcher. They were attending to Veronica. The crowd suddenly got very quiet.

Veronica finally lifted an arm up from the stretcher she was lying upon. She gave everyone watching an upraised thumb, indicating she was ok. The crowd gave her a standing ovation as she was taken away by ambulance.

They cheered a triumphant Serena as the tanks were quickly drained into the hoses connected to them. All the props for the halftime show were quickly taken down. Nothing remained on the field that was indicative of the incredible halftime performance of the two cheerleaders.

Word filtered back to both locker rooms before the second half began. Then the game resumed. Despite a number of penalties, Dallas played inspired football. Whether encouraged by their gallant cheerleader or simply by the leadership of their quarterback, the Cowboys went on to win the game 24-17.

2012; 2021 (written Sep 6 ’12; ed. Mar 22 ‘21 by riwa)

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More family members on Santamos Island 4.3 (57)

Posted on August 5, 2024 by riwa

An impoverished Caribbean island nation nears bankruptcy.  In order to raise cash income from “tourists”, the nation’s leaders in desperation pass a law — consensual executions of sane and un-coerced foreigners by other foreigners will be legal in public execution areas on the island. Arachnid’s Santamos Island universe

No sooner had Juney left with her Uncle Mike when my other daughter Sara rushed up to me. “Mom, is it true? Is Juney going to Santamos Island to die?”

I scowled at her. She must have been listening in on my conversation with my brother. That’s when I realized there was no point trying to hide it from her now.

“Yes, darling. Juney went with your Uncle Mike to be sacrificed on Santamos Island.”

“Is he really going to snuff her, mom?”

“Yes, darling. I’m afraid so. I wanted to keep this from you. I had no idea you were eavesdropping…”

“Mom, I want to go to Santamos too!”

I stare at her in astonishment. “What?? Why the hell for??”

“Because I want Uncle Mike to snuff me too!”

“Darling, that’s crazy!”

“But Juney went!”

“She was going to get herself snuffed anyway. You know how your sister is!”

“And I’m not?? Mom, I really want to go!”

“And if I refuse?”

“Juney went! That means I can go too. I’ll find a way, mom. Please let me go!”

“Oh, no!”

“Mom, you can’t stop me. I’ve got enough money saved up. I really want to go!”

“What do you want your Uncle Mike to do to you, darling?”

“I want him to hang me! That would be so incredibly hot! Don’t you think so?”

“No, I don’t think so at all!”

“Ok, mom. If that’s how you feel. Anyway, I’m going to go online now and find a way to get a plane ticket to Santamos Island.”

“All right – all right! If you want to go this badly, I can’t stop you. So I’d better book a flight for the both of us.”

“Thanks, mom! If we hurry, can we get there in time to watch Uncle Mike sacrifice Juney?”

“I don’t know. What if we get there too late?”

“As long as we get there while Uncle Mike is still on the island. I really want him to hang me. And I want to swing naked! Now I’m going to call Patty and tell her I’m going to Santamos Island to be snuffed by my uncle! She’s going to be so fucking jealous!” Then she rushed out of the room.

I shook my head as I went off to find my laptop. Now I had to make arrangements to fly us to Santamos. I never dreamed I would be getting a flight for myself and my other daughter after letting Juney go with her uncle.

I was so excited when I heard Juney was going to Santamos with Uncle Mike. And I was jealous as hell. Knowing he was going to snuff my sister was such a turn-on.

I almost rushed in and asked him to take me along. I knew mom would put her foot down. But the longer I heard them talking about it, the more I simply could not resist.

I thought I was going to have a major battle with mom. After all, she let Juney go. Juney always was a little crazy.

I thought I would have a harder time talking mother into it. I figured it was going to be a major hassle getting her to allow me to go. But I was determined to go online and catch my own flight if I had to.

Imagine my surprise when mom relented. Now we’re going together! Does that mean mom will be right there with me when Uncle Mike hangs me?

The thought of mom watching him hang me got me even more excited. I really got wet when she said she was booking a flight for the two of us. My only regret was in not coming out sooner and going with Juney and Uncle Mike. I would have loved watching him snuff her ass before doing me next.

I quickly arranged a flight to Santamos Island. I knew my brother’s schedule. But sadly I couldn’t get us there any sooner than mid-morning.

I realized we were going to miss watching him snuff my daughter Juney. At least I would be present to watch him hang Sara. She sure seemed excited about it.

I made all the arrangements to get us onto the next available flight. Then I set a few other things in motion. I don’t really know why I did what I did. Something told me it might be a good idea just in case.

Maybe it was the thought of watching Mike hang my daughter. Maybe it was something else. I just wanted to make sure everything was in order on the day of the flight so there wouldn’t be any loose ends.

Patty was jealous as hell when she found out. I’m sure she told a couple of our other friends. But there wasn’t time to set up any going-away party.

Mom and I were on a flight in less than 24 hours. We were going to arrive right before lunch. By then I figured Uncle Mike would have already slaughtered Juney.

The longer we were in the air, the more excited I became. I couldn’t believe my Uncle Mike was going to hang me! Of course I would have to ask him first once we got there. But I figured he would be more than willing to string me up, especially after snuffing Juney.

During the flight mom told me I needed to stop fidgeting around and to calm down. But I was too worked up. I was so wet down below that I came damned close to soaking my underwater. Somehow my skirt stayed dry.

Mom sure was quiet throughout the flight. She seemed deep in thought about something. Maybe she was going to miss me. I guess that was understandable.

I almost orgasmed when we touched down. We got off the plane and caught a shuttle to the hotel. I was anxious to find Uncle Mike right away. Mom just kept telling me to calm down. Besides, death would come for me soon enough.

When we reached the hotel, mom asked for Uncle Mike’s location. We were told he’d checked into a private bungalow. Mom asked if we could be taken over to see him.

When we arrived, we saw a lady cleaning up the room. She said Uncle Mike had stepped out and hadn’t returned yet. He had probably gone to eat lunch. Mom and I weren’t very hungry, especially since we’d eaten something on the plane.

Mom was going to take us out so we could look around the place. But I was curious how Juney had been snuffed. When I asked the cleaning lady, she pointed at a chest and told us he’d stabbed her in the belly with a huge dagger.

Mom gasped in shock as she came over and looked at the chest. “You mean he snuffed my little girl right here?”

“Right on top of this chest; yes ma’am.” Then the lady looked alarmed as she asked, “There wasn’t any sort of violation here, was there? My understanding was that everything was signed all legal and proper.”

“No violation,” mom reassured her. “I allowed her to go of her own free will. You’ll get no trouble from me.” The lady seemed relieved.

I looked all around until I spotted something up near the ceiling. Then I asked, “Are you sure he hasn’t checked out yet?”

“Not to my knowledge. I believe he’s scheduled to spend the night. He only got here this morning. It all happened so fast.”

I looked up at the ceiling again, my heart beating fast. The words were barely out of my mouth before I could consider what I was saying…

“I don’t suppose you could fetch a hangman’s noose and bring it back, could you? After all, my Uncle will be hanging me right here on the island. Maybe he’ll do it when he returns from lunch.”

Mom looked at me in surprise. “Darling, maybe we shouldn’t rush into this.”

“But he’s already snuffed Juney, mom! I’ll bet he’s going to love watching me hang! There’s a beam right up there near the ceiling!”

Mom looked up and examined the beam. “Darling, I’m not sure…”

“Please?” Then I turned to the cleaning lady and asked, “He can hang me in here, can’t he?”

The cleaning lady seemed hesitant. “Well, we do have a gallows set up on the grounds.”

“But I want Uncle Mike to hang me right in here! I want to die in the same bungalow as my sister. You can set that up, can’t you?”

She looked at me and then at my mom who said it would be ok. The cleaning lady sighed as she told us, “I’m pretty much done in here anyway. Besides, if there’s going to be another death in this bungalow, I’ll have to come back and clean it again. I guess I can go make sure things are all squared away.”

“Can you bring a noose back to the bungalow before Uncle Mike gets back from lunch? I want to surprise him.”

“Yes, I suppose I could do that.” That’s when mom looked right at her, held up two fingers, and told her, “Make that two nooses please.”

Sara looked at me in utter shock. “Mom, are you sure?” I just nodded without saying a word.

The cleaning lady looked at me as though wanting to confirm what I’d just told her. I nodded as I said, “We’d really appreciate it if you would bring us two nooses. That beam up there looks as though it’s sturdy enough to take the both of us.”

She looked at me for a long moment. I stared back at her as though I would brook no further discussion. “Yes, ma’am,” she finally said quietly. Then she left.

Sara couldn’t believe it. “Mom, are you serious?”

“I’ve thought about this ever since Juney left with your Uncle Mike. You coming into the room back home and demanding to be snuffed after she was gone made me realize I had to fly here to be with you. But something made me close up everything back home, just in case.”

I paused to catch my breath. Then I told her, “Now that I’m here, the more I think about it, darling, the more I feel I should hang with you. I’m sure your Uncle Mike won’t mind.”

“Mom, are you sure?”

“I’m sure, darling. Now I suppose we should get ready for when your Uncle Mike returns. Wouldn’t you agree?”

I went around the island, taking a grand tour of the place. I learned about the tidal stakes, the shooting range, the axe and block, and the gallows. So many people had flown here to end it all, often on an erotic note.

I thought about my niece and the way I’d stabbed her in the stomach. A part of me felt guilty. Perhaps that’s because it was such a turn-on ending her life the way I did. Maybe I shouldn’t have enjoyed it so much.

I went to the hotel restaurant and got myself a nice lunch. The whole time while I sat there eating I kept thinking about Juney’s sacrifice. How many others had come to the island, only to be snuffed for the pleasure of others as my niece had done for me?

After lunch, I headed back to the bungalow. I figured I might as well spend the rest of the day on the island. I’d paid for the bungalow, so I figured I might as well sleep in it at least once.

Imagine my shock when I heard moans on the other side of the door. I hesitated before opening it, wondering what the hell was going on inside. Had they cleaned and rented my bungalow out to someone else, expecting me to check out?

I felt a surge of anger as I threw open the door. The first sight that greeted me was the image of two naked women lying across my bed in a 69, furiously eating each other out. The other sight that greeted me was the dangling of a pair of nooses over a beam in the ceiling.

I blurted out, “What the hell?” I was more shocked than anything else.

The young woman underneath tipped her head back. Sara grinned as she gasped, “Uncle Mike! You’re back! Mom, Uncle Mike’s back!”

Veronica paused from eating out her daughter. She looked back at me and smiled. “Well, don’t just stand there, little brother! You’ve got a couple more family members to play with before you string us up. You might as well get undressed and come join right in!” Then she went right back to feasting on her daughter’s cunt.

Sara gasped and moaned. Then she tipped her head back to look back at me. “Come fuck my mouth, Uncle Mike! Cum in my mouth before you hang us!”

It was not what I was expecting when I got back. I wasn’t even sure Juney’s corpse would be gathered up before my return. But it did look like someone had come in and cleaned everything up.

My cock quickly became hard in my pants. I looked at the two dangling nooses. Then I shrugged my shoulders… “What the hell.”

I quickly undressed. Then I stepped right up. Mother and daughter had shifted on the bed until Sara’s head hung off the side, her mom’s tempting ass hanging right there for me to enjoy.

I thrust my cock into my niece’s mouth. My mind momentarily flickered back to the fun I’d had with Juney. Now I was getting sucked by her older sister!

As I thrust in and out of the mouth of her daughter, I asked, “So what’s going on in here, sis?”

“Sara was so turned on thinking about you snuffing Juney that she wanted to come too. I couldn’t very well let her fly out here on her own, could I? Besides, I’ve got a couple of holes back there should you get tired of your niece’s mouth.” Then she went back to licking and slurping on her daughter’s crotch.

Sara grunted and moaned as her mother really worked her over good. I was so turned on that I couldn’t hold back. In no time at all I filled my niece’s mouth with a nice helping of baby batter.

I pulled out of her mouth and thrust right into her mother’s pussy. I figured I might as well see what I could do to stay nice and hard. Sara went right back to work licking and sucking on her mother’s swollen nub.

I eagerly fucked my sister, occasionally pulling out to thrust back into her daughter’s mouth. They both moaned as though it was an incredible turn-on. I stayed hard all the way through.

At one point Veronica invited me to come around and try the other side of the bed. So I walked all the way around. I pulled on Sara’s legs until her pussy was right there on the edge of the bed.

I fucked my niece as her mother licked her out. Sara went off like a rocket. Then I fucked my sister’s mouth until I gave her a nice load. It dripped out of her mouth onto her daughter’s cunt, causing her to eagerly lap it up.

We must have gone at it for a couple of hours at least. Sara finally blurted out, “Uncle Mike; I want to hang for you! Let’s do it now!” Veronica nodded as she wearily climbed off the bed.

They both stood up and took up positions in front of the twin nooses. Over on a dresser lay a series of items necessary to secure them both. It looked like I had my choice of whatever I wanted to use. I also found a couple of signed papers signifying the two women in my bungalow had legally waved their rights and were ready to be snuffed.

I used a long, black strap to tie my sister’s arms behind her back. I asked her, “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“You’ve already slaughtered Juney. Now you’re going to hang Sara. You might as well enjoy hanging me as well.”

“Are you sure?”

“Just feel my cunt.”

“Are you kidding? I can tell it’s dripping cum from the time I went off inside you. I think I managed to come in your mouth and pussy in the last two hours or so.”

“Your cum’s not all that’s dripping out of there. I’m so turned on anticipating you hanging the both of us.”

I reached around from behind to finger her. She writhed and moaned as she clenched her thighs together. Sara looked over and panted, “Mom, that is so hot!”

I went back over and retrieved another strap for my niece. “You sure about this?” I asked her as I bound her wrists together behind her back.

“Gawd yes, Uncle Mike! I already signed the form! I’m so fucking horny I could just burst!” Veronica turned and gave her daughter a little smile of unity.

I finished tying off her wrists. Then I went back over to the dresser. I grabbed a couple of straps that looked like they’d work great just above their knees.

I did my sister first. Veronica was trembling as she asked, “Mike, are you excited about all this?”

I finished securing her knees together. Then I stood right behind her. Her hands felt around until they wrapped around my erection, confirming my arousal.

She chuckled, “Yeah, you’re excited, all right.” But now she was starting to pant heavily. It was as though she was finally beginning to realize just how serious her fateful decision had become.

I did my niece next. I secured her legs just above the knees. Then I told her, “I guess that just about does it.”

“Uncle Mike?”

“Yes, honey?”

“Would you tease us first?”

“Tease you?”

“Take me up and down a little, just to get me used to it? Then you can take me all the way up.”

“What about you, sis?”

“This is all for you, Mike. We want you to enjoy yourself. Tease us; abuse us; string us up; make us wriggle like worms. It’s all up to you.”

“You mean like this?”

I grabbed the loose end and pulled my sister up into the air first. She rasped and kicked. Then I lowered her back down.

“Wow!” my niece panted after watching her mother go up into the air. “That was so fucking hot – erk!”

I pulled on her rope, taking her up off the floor. Sara’s feet kicked below the knees as she searched for solid footing. Then I let her back down.

She panted for breath as she trembled a little. “Damn; that was intense!”

Her mother smiled as she told her, “Not as intense as it’s going to be when your uncle ties your rope off and leaves you to swing.”

I pulled on my sister’s rope again. She rasped as she went back up into the air. She kicked a little before I let her back down.

“Did it hurt?” I whispered into her ear as her daughter looked on.

“It fucking hurt like hell!”

“Good.” Then I pulled her right back up.

I stepped behind her and lowered her until my saluting shaft pushed up into her anal passage. She jerked and kicked as she bounced on my erection up her ass. Then I lifted her up until I slipped out of her back door, holding her in midair a few seconds before lowering her back to the floor.

My niece’s eyes were open wide in amazement. “Wow!” was all she said. So I pulled on her rope as well.

Up she went, her toes fluttering. After a few seconds I let her back down. Then I pulled her right back up.

She gawked as she struggled to pull a breath of air down her constricted windpipe. I lowered her until my cock pushed up into her ass as well. I allowed her muscles to milk me as her toes wriggled while searching for the floor. Then I whispered into her ear, “Is this what you wanted to experience, honey?”

Being pulled up into the air hurt like hell, especially with all that weight on my neck. Mike sure seemed to enjoy it though. Every time his erection came within reach of my wriggling fingers, I confirmed how aroused he’d become.

Feeling him up my ass was quite embarrassing. But it also made me feel all warm and gooey inside. Strange how certain humiliations can add to the perverse arousal of the moment.

Looking over to watch him hang my daughter was even better… or was it worse? I could hear her rasps for breath as she kicked and wriggled. Watching him fuck her up the ass was particularly satisfying though. She deserved it, especially after wanting to come to the island to let her uncle hang her to death.

He finally pulled out of Sara’s ass and let her down before helping her stand upright. Then he came around and stood in front of us. “All right. Who wants to go first?”

At first neither one of us spoke. I think it was setting in just how serious things had gotten. Maybe my daughter had become terrified of hanging to death.

I finally turned and asked her, “Sara, would you like to watch your Uncle Mike hang your mother?”

That broke her out of it, at least for the moment. She smiled as she gasped, “Gawd, mom; I sure would!”

Hearing her want to watch me hang gave me a perverse thrill. I should have been angry she wanted to watch me go first. Instead, I felt this shameful excitement at knowing both my brother and daughter might get off seeing me suffer.

I took a deep breath to steady my nerves. Then I told him, “Ok, Mike. I guess this is it.”

“It sure is, Veronica.”

He roughly pulled my head down, bending me over. Then he brutally fucked my face. “That is so hot!” my daughter gasped as she watched. “I hope Uncle Mike uses my mouth like that. Then I hope he uses our bodies after we’re gone!”

Mike finally pulled my head upright. My cunt was dripping shamefully as I panted for breath. Then he walked around behind me.

I gasped as I stiffened with anticipation. Then I felt him pull on my rope. My feet left the floor as the pain returned.

I tried to reach down with my toes. Gawd; the floor was right there! If only I could reach it!

My feet wriggled and wriggled. But I couldn’t quite reach it! I rasped for breath as my lungs heaved in my chest.

Mike stepped around front to watch me. His cock was exceptionally hard despite how often he’d already been using it on us. He stroked it as he watched me hang.

It suddenly occurred to me my rope was no longer in his hands. That meant I wasn’t coming back down except as a corpse. It terrified me as I began to kick harder in growing panic.

“Oh fuck!” I heard my daughter gasp as she looked over at me. “That is so fucking hot, mom! Gawd, you look like you’re really suffering!”

I tried to rasp, “Not as much as you’re going to suffer, honey.” But I couldn’t force the breath past my vocal cords. The way she seemed to be so turned on at my suffering diminished the pain, but only a little.

I was suspended between heaven and earth when Mike pulled Sara’s head down, bending her at the waist. I watched as he fucked her face. Then he shot a load into her mouth.

My toes wriggled as I tried to kick. Mike smiled at me as he reached over and gave me a little push. It set me to gently swaying back and forth as I struggled to get a breath down my throat.

There was an intense heat in my crotch. Then I couldn’t breathe anymore. That’s when the pain totally enveloped me as I began to hump. I thought I squirted my climax, although it was hard to tell from such overriding agony.

I watched mom as she fucked the air. It was absolutely incredible! I’ve never been so aroused in my entire life!

My mouth was dripping my uncle’s spunk when he started to pull on my rope. I rose up until my toes were hardly touching. I heard him murmur, “This is what you want; right, honey?”

I tried to say something. But I couldn’t force any words past my lips. It really hurt like hell.

Next to me mom was gently swaying. She kept trying to kick a little. She was really suffering.

“Your mother is hanging to death, honey. It’s only a matter of time until she’s gone. Now I’m going to snuff you just like I snuffed your sister Juney.”

My feet suddenly left the floor. The pain increased a hundredfold. But for the moment my mind screamed, “YES, UNCLE MIKE; YES! HANG ME LIKE YOU HANGED MOM! SNUFF US BOTH; HANG US TO DEATH!”

Through the pain I saw my brother hoist my last living daughter up into the air. I thought she was prepared for it. For a few seconds she even seemed to act as though she was into it.

Mike stepped around in front of us with this massive erection. His hands were empty. Sara’s rope had been tied off just like mine. Now she was going to die right along with me.

My throat was ominously closing off my windpipe. It hurt like hell, and I didn’t have much time left. Then I got to see Sara begin to fight her noose.

I tried to hold on for as long as I could. Every time she swung into view I could tell she was really suffering. My pain was unending, yet I drew strength from watching the sweet agony my daughter was enduring.

I swung back and forth as my feet searched for the floor. The pain and agony were far more than I could have ever anticipated. I must admit, I started having serious reservations. But it was much too late to back out now.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw mom was really suffering. Her body shimmied as she began to slow down. Her cunt was dripping; she’d sprayed from what must have been a painful orgasm. It filled me with a sense of excitement and dread as my survival instinct kicked in.

I watched as Sara really began to fight it. I mentally cheered her on, wanting her to suffer the way I was suffering. I drank down every visual moment of the pain the noose was inflicting upon her.

Mike stroked his cock as he watched us dance. I finally exhausted myself. Now I could only watch and enjoy the impending death of my other daughter.

Her knees jerked upward. She was cumming in the noose… cumming for me and her uncle. I cheered her on as consciousness started to fade away.

Uncle Mike moved around behind me until his cock was in my hands. He was hard as a rock. Then I felt him push up into my ass one last time.

I tried to grunt, but my windpipe had closed off. Then mom’s face twisted into view. She looked as though she was saying, “I told you so. Now you can suffer just like I’m suffering, you little bitch!”

I began to hump as I helplessly kicked my life away. Uncle Mike rammed my ass hard. It was shameful, yet perversely thrilling. Then I felt consciousness begin to spiral away.

Sara’s ass clenched wonderfully around my throbbing dick. Her dying spasms were more pleasurable than I could have possibly anticipated. She finally reached the point where she hung limp and lifeless.

I moved over behind her quietly dangling mother. Then I slid into her ass once more. She was barely clenching; there was still a spark of life.

I pulled out and gave her body a spin. She twisted in place as I reached over and spun my niece. Mother and daughter rotated in place, the occasional muscle twitch indicating fatal brain damage was occurring.

I stood there stroking as I watched them twist in place. It looked absolutely incredible. Their mouths gaped open; my sister’s tongue protruding out of her mouth.

I stopped Veronica from spinning. I removed the strap from around her knees. Then I lifted her legs upward before impaling her cunt.

I gave her quite the necro-fuck. I felt her bladder release, but I didn’t care. Urine dripped down my legs as I pumped a load deep inside her.

I let her hang limp, her naked body gently swaying back and forth as my cream dripped out of her orifice. Then I moved over to her daughter Sara. I removed the strap from her knees before lifting her legs up to have a turn at her cunt as well.

It felt incredible. My niece had this incredible look of agony in her expression. But I thought I saw a flicker of something in her eyes as though she was telling me how erotic it had been and how much she wanted me to enjoy the experience.

I left a smaller load up her pussy as well. Then I allowed her to hang limp and lifeless. Mother and daughter gently sung back and forth while twisting in place.

I finally took my sister down. I stretched her out on the bed with her head hanging off the side. Then I fucked her mouth.

I took Sara down and laid her on top of her mother in a 69 as though they were eating each other out. I fucked my niece in the cunt and ass. Then I went around to the other side of the bed.

I enjoyed my niece’s mouth before fucking her mother’s dead holes until I wore myself out. I went and took a shower before getting all cleaned up. Then I went out to let the resort know they had a couple more bodies in my bungalow to take care of.

2021 (written for Mike Hunt Feb 5 ’21 by riwa. Santamos Island concept created by Arachnid aka Spartan. Inspired by the drawing I found in my archives I included below.)

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